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“Gale! These are rescued prisoners! Who knows what horrors they've experienced? Show some decorum!”

“...spoilsport.”
September 30, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Durand's grumbling was cut short as the stone gates carved into the cliffside ground open. He tensed himself to charge, Gale nocking an arrow beside him. Both relaxed when they saw Shear walking out. As they broke cover to meet him, they noticed Loken following, and then behind him...
September 30, 2025 at 9:45 PM
“I'd threaten to make you walk home naked, but you'd probably enjoy that.”

“You know me so well, dear.”

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“I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with 'T'”

“Gale, if it is 'tree' again, I swear to Kiri-Jolith...”
September 30, 2025 at 9:43 PM
“Hello dear. Ready to tell me what a great plan 'Paladin in a bottle' is?”

Shear sighed as he stooped and retrieved the keyring from the unconscious Galrug's belt.

“Let's wait until we've actually got everyone out, shall we?”

“I'm not hearing a 'no'?”
September 30, 2025 at 9:43 PM
The orc had a moment to stare at the figure in shock before a backhanded swing of the shield sent him flying into the wall, knocking him out cold.

Loken smiled and stood up, moving to lean against the bars of the cell, unbothered at being fully on display.
September 30, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Galrug pulled the cork, subsequently dropping the flask as the gas exploded forth, swirling past him. In a process somehow both crystal clear and instantaneous, it coalesced into the towering form of an armoured draconian, sword and shield in hand.
September 30, 2025 at 9:41 PM
“I can do whatever I want and you can't do anything about it!”

“That certainly seems to be the case.”

“So if you're trying to trick your way out, you're trying to make me not open the flask because you need it to stay shut, so I should open it!”

“That is certainly a theory.”
September 30, 2025 at 9:41 PM
The prisoner casually raised his hands in appeasement.

“Okay, just trying to be helpful.”

Galrug scowled. He couldn't shake the feeling he was being mocked.

“You think you're so smart? I'm the guard and you're the prisoner!”

“Indeed.”
September 30, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Galrug picked up the flask, staring at how its contents swirled. His fingers clenched on the stopper.

“Wouldn't do that if I were you...”

Galrug looked at the prisoner, who was sat against the far wall of his cell, smiling serenely.

“Shut up, shorty! No talking!”
September 30, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Galrug decided to distract himself by going over the prisoner's equipment: two finely crafted short swords, a strangely light chainmail shirt, a cloak that seemed to shimmer oddly in the torchlight, and a glass flask with some sort of silvery gas in it.
September 30, 2025 at 9:40 PM
The standard practice of stripping captives of their clothing and fitting them with a magic-nullifying collar tended to either unnerve or enrage. This weird little thing though? Nothing.
September 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
The young man turned and headed back out, his confidence clearly lifted. As was his tail.

Yeah, the kid had a damn good rear end on him.
September 29, 2025 at 8:54 PM
The coyote laughed at that, brightening up some. He put down enough bills to cover the gas.”

“Keep the change.”

“You sure? Feel like I should be paying for the show.”

The coyote blinked in surprise, then gave a little smile.

“Maybe I'll stop by on the way back and you can settle the balance.”
September 29, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Dale rang it up, looking the kid over. He was lean, with a little muscle to him. Not a bad rear end from what he could see either.

"Lose a bet with your buddies out there, huh?”

“...Yeah.”

“Well, could be worse.”

The coyote gave Dale an incredulous look.

“You could be driving through Alaska.”
September 29, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Just about managing to cup his goods with one paw, the other held a small wad of cash.

“Howdy. How can I help you?”

“I... er... would like to pay for the gas on pump 2... please.”

“Sure.”
September 29, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Their mirth only increased when the coyote realised there was no card machine on the pump and that he'd have to come in and pay him directly.

The hound kept a straight face as the bare coydog's entered. Clearly wishing the earth would swallow him up, he approached the counter.
September 29, 2025 at 8:51 PM
It was a quiet day, with no other cars or customers there, so he simply stood behind the register and watched as the blushing coyote filled the car up, one hand working the pump as the other tried to keep himself covered, all while his two friends in the vehicle sniggered.
September 29, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Loken rolled his eyes at this apparent questioning of the obvious.

“Well they could hardly copy me if I kept my clothes on, could they?”
September 29, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Shear looked at the squires, who were desperately trying to pretend they were anywhere else; admittedly difficult when all that protected their modesty was respectively a buckler, a quiver, a coif, a bracer, and a stuffed pheasant.

“And this required you being naked as well?”
September 29, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Shear blinked. Noticing his husband's confusion, Loken continued.

“Some of the squires heard about my prowess as an exotic dancer and were interested in learning. Seems they think they might impress some of the local lasses.”
September 29, 2025 at 8:20 PM
His entirely nonchalant husband, in apparent sympathy with the young men, was hiding his own goods by holding his cat Diva over them. The ginger tabby looked decidedly unhappy.

“Hello dear. Were you interested in joining the lesson?”

“Lesson?”

“Yes, the striptease lesson.”
September 29, 2025 at 8:20 PM
This proved more fruitful, if one's definition of 'fruitful' involved five naked squires and a naked kender.

Shear raised a scaly eye ridge as he looked at the blushing squires, who at his arrival had hurriedly grabbed nearby items to cover themselves.
September 29, 2025 at 8:19 PM
In fairness, Loken had been on his best behaviour after that. So it was with some surprise when he found himself down five squires one evening. After checking Loken's workshop and finding it empty, the draconian had decided to try an attic where Gale had previously attempted to establish a tavern.
September 29, 2025 at 8:18 PM