Yes of course girl, say your goodnight, and head to your Master's wagon.

looks over with a sober tone

No we don't

looking to Her from Her feet adgacent to fashion...
smiles to Her
Mistress may larl be released?

finds myself coming back in as it's been a while

Lifting my chin
Not shying from Your gaze

A quick nod brought soft strands sliding forth to nearly cover the kalmak.

This one had a stick of bosk, Master.

When You mentioned the Mercenary Tarns, My eyes grow dark as coal. Deep hidden memories of them pass through My mind, but quickly pass as I do not wish to scare the slaves.

Grunts softly *

Such is a good thing
We don't want to hear Those bells ring....
*The word "again" was left unspoken *

greetings girl looking over to her

looking in

smiling as the slave finishes with cleaning the juices from My hand

has girl been fed yet?

i look to You first
Curiously
You are a new presence
Seeing gem already serving You

"Greetings, Master"
But i smile tentatively

And then He leaned - was He going to offer a bit of meat?

Eyes widened when He offered His hand .... with a command.

She looked to the hand - to His face - then back to His hand before slowly leaning forth, the tip of pink tongue dragging slowly across His skin. Then flattening her tongue further, she gazed into His eyes as she licked Him clean - noting the yummy taste of the bosk juice.

When done, the tip of her tongue traced the rim of her mouth - and she smiled.

One hopes she's performed the desired task to Your satisfaction, Master.

Just know that all these years that I have been away. I have sold My sword arm for Honor, gold, and for what seemed the right thing to do.

I have only spent what I needed to eat and drink and to acquire the best weapons that I could. No fancy houses or strings of slave girls. I saved it so that now I have resources in place that should any mercenary force threaten us. I can likely make them a better offer to go the other way. Especially the major mercenary tarn cavalries

you are free to greet girl

Rocking back slightly
Rounded ass against my heels
Observing
Listening to every word spoken

stepping in

chews on the Bosk, wipes the juice from My mouth with the back of My hand. Lean extends it to the girl to lick clean

*Glaring at You*

This One is not a Soothsayer....

But You are direct,
And perhaps correct
About Turia

*With the words spoken I settle down on a fur, not in FW tower,
But with legs crossed and elbows resting on things, and chin cupped in slender hands*

So Commander, it seems You have many stories to tell,
Perhaps Your words will sell..
And those of this camp..
Will treat You well.

Anticipating His reach for the platter, she offered a smile that turned to a soft intake of breath as His hands instead parted the kalmak - exposing her to His eyes. As quick as He did so, her body responded just as fast, tips started their pucker at His gaze...

Darn if deep inside His letting the leather return to cover her softness didn't disappoint - just a bit.
But she remained in position - gazing upon His face as He ate.

She couldn't help that she had a fascination with the mouths of Men.

Yes Master

I do not fortell the future. I am guessing that is your specialty .

I know men and how they thing. Nothing is sure. Most of the time it comes down to who is willing to pay the most gold.

To our good fortune. Ar and Cos are still at it and pulling in everyone they can. So only Turia is a real threat. But then Turia is always a threat to us