On board the Witch

[Knight of Roses]

OOC- Continued from Journey to the Docks

[Onya]

Onya returns to Lucien after knocking softly on the doors and heeds his warning and responding to his question in a low serious voice she says,” No Sir, I do not know where the others are. I did not see anyone on the upper deck but they could be hiding in the dark.” The sorceress opens her spell pouch dangling from her sash and produces five pearls. She hands them to Lucien saying,” Here they are worth 100 gold pieces each. I have some money also but not much. I can give you the yellow diamonds from my hilt if it becomes necessary. I guess we wait.”

[Knight of Roses]

"Yes, Mistress, please wait here," replies the sailor on watch to the official.

[Onya]

<span style="color:#ff6600">With a shakey tired voice Onya says to Lucien"Perhaps we should go above and try to stall the lady until someone in charge shows up but looks like everyone is gone and that concerns me."</span>

[colonialbob]

Jeffs awakes to the sound of the woman's voice, but remains where he is out of sight and merely listens.

[The Speaker in Dreams]

Lucien locates the final pieces of his foppish disguise again and then offers his arm to Onya, and with that same lackadazical voice, he says to her, "Shall we venture forth, my dear?"

At that, he heads towards the door and begins to look for North, who was in charge when Sova left.

[Barrok]

Tobias avidly listens though still pretends to be snoring loudly... very loudly.

[Onya]

Lucien locates the final pieces of his foppish disguise again and then offers his arm to Onya, and with that same lackadazical voice, he says to her, "Shall we venture forth, my dear?"

At that, he heads towards the door and begins to look for North, who was in charge when Sova left. [/b]





The Enchantress takes the arm offered to her once again. She looks int Lucien’s eyes her own eyes questioning the circumstances that has now come to threaten their escape and says playfully as she tries to slip back into the roll of a pleasure slave saying in a soft purring tone, “As you wish, Lucien. The kitten is ready Masterrrr.”