Treasure Ship Hunt

[Iron Dragoon]

Yeah. Considering who to sell the weakness of their ships to. Probably gift it to the Red Knight. Vlaakith have any enemies I might like?

[Anastasia]

Sure, can look into that later unless you need the info right now.

[Iron Dragoon]

Nah, just a thing to note.

[Anastasia]

From there it's almost anti climatic. Your tiger is brought, secured and magic sees everyone safely return home. Once there...

To loot unless you have something more immediate?

[Iron Dragoon]

Nope. Loot is fine.

[Anastasia]

It's evening by the time all the wind down is done. A busy day that ended on a unlucky note, but you're back here and intact. That counts for something as you rest in your room. You're going over a few spells when you hear a steady knock-knock-knock on your door.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Enter."

[Anastasia]

Jarem walks in, armor off and in a simple set of hose and tunic. He holds up a plate of food, filled with bread, meat and cheeses. Simple food if nothing else. "Dinner, I wanted to talk," Jarem says, "Hungry? I come bearing gifts and tribute."

[Iron Dragoon]

With barely a glance and a wave of her hand, she uses her telekinesis to pull a chair and small table near.

"Thank you. I've got plenty of research to do."

[Anastasia]

Jarem grabs some sliced beef and cheese, rolling them together and having a bite. "The cheese is good, it's something we brought. Alembear, it's smoky and nutty." After a few bites he goes on, "So I'm glad you can handle yourself," he says without further preamble, "We could've won that fight, probably, but we'd be burying everyone we brought with us afterwards. Queeny, I've know a few adventurers who would go for it anyway. Stupidity, greed or simply being hopeless daredevils. Doesn't much matter, since dead is dead and all the treasure in the world doesn't fix that."

[Iron Dragoon]

"It's not my job to be an absolute power. It's my job to ensure the well being of the Order. Deaths will happen, but not cheaply. Though becoming an absolute power will minimize that, so work to be done, I suppose."

[Anastasia]

"Good. You understand this, we can make this work." Jarem sits back, eating a bit before going on. As he does, you feel it. A connection, a bond between you and him. Power flares through it as Jarem's eyes open, startled visibly. "By the Red Knight's magnificent tits, what is THAT?"

Node update, read and note that you've read it in your next post.

[Iron Dragoon]

Read it.

Alyssa sits back, closing her eyes and examining the feel.

"I can assure you it wasn't her tits. It feels more like... A familiar's connection? Perhaps. More though. Hmm... Something of a higher power..."

She opens her eyes and sighs, floating a piece of fruit and some slices of meat to her.

"Another thing to puzzle out."

[Anastasia]

"You have more mysteries than a djinn sorcerer," Jarem remarks, "That's not all. I feel...more. Like something changed."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Mmm... Something to being to the Red Knight's attention. Perhaps your opinion on her tits as well. She might be kind enough to grace you with your own."