Naethra opened her mouth, but found no words forthcoming.
That goblin... thing was perverse and bizarre and, most importantly, tactically unsound. But she had just suckled bear from her friend's tit, and was wet beneath her leather armor from the experience. And Red hadn't been shy about sharing either... gods, she missed having a tail.
But, all things considered, it wasn't the most horrible thing to happen this week. It was definitely in the running to be the most bizarre, though. She tried to think back to the, well, duel. No one one, on either side of that fight, made the slightest effort to intervene. That... that was troubling in and of itself.
"Well... that's... a thing..." she finally said, straightening her leather armor. She felt good, sober and healthy if still aroused, but it was a natural sort of arousal... Granted, she still felt filthy, and desperately wanted to think about anything else.
"Are we ready? I'm kind of surprised no one's followed us already. We really shouldn't count on this luck holding for much longer."
She looked around, her eyes settling on Lou. "Pardon, wizard-girl, are you ready?"