Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-28718853-20180317235247

The Minotaur takes the gold and inspects it for a moment. She then dumps it into the bag on her waist and says, "Two out of three eh? Many of our visitors usually take one girl and call it a day.  I remember a professional artist passed through here one time and hired all three girls for one night.  Made a lot of men pissy and I'm sure he would have had his head bashed in if it wasn't for his entourage keeping them at bay.  I swear those bodyguards looked like they could break open a boulder with their foreheads."

She then chuckles and says, "Anyway, you'll find Octavia in the second room to the right. I'll let em know that you want Bridget as well."

The Minotaur calls down the hall, "Hey Yvonne, got a Werewolf here looking for a double team with Bridget and Octavia!"

At the end of the hall a Werecat peeks her head out and says, "Oh okay, I'll let that Devil know!"

She disappears from sight and the Minotaur turns back to Reby. She says in a softer voice, "Thirty minute limit. Reason is because of the artist I mentioned and others will want a turn.  Besides, these three are the only ladies this bar has that are willing to sell their bodies."

Dravela runs her foot along one of the scorch marks, gathering some of the blackened dirt. "The way they destroyed this caravan is...brutal," she comments as she heads around to the back of the closest wagon and peers inside.

Once she finishes checking the interior she returns to Arianna and suggests, "This group probably has a deep seeded hatred of the Order and will just kill any that they come across. They could be a violent mercenary group."

Dravela's ears twitch and her eyes widen as her head whips to the opposite side of the road. "There's someone coming!" she whispers. The dire wolf dives into the nearest bush and Arianna can hear the sound of rustling leaves signalling that someone or something is indeed approaching their position.