The girl drops her head onto Marg's bosom, hands wrapping around her neck, then one into her hair. She stayed there a moment, sobbing and making small mewing noises. She huddled close to Marg and almost stirred something in her, but the elf sat up wiped her eyes sniffing.
"Grayell? Alright..."
The elf wiped her cheeks, her forehead and pulled a rag from her head. She had emerald locks, they were incredibly beautiful for such a poor creature and framed her face like a painting. It was obvious why Dogrin would keep her personally, this slave was incredibly pretty. She slid from the floor and onto the bed, her tears done. She toyed with the rags that barely covered her midriff, tattered and torn.
"I.... I want to leave if that's ok. I just want to go home. I know the way."
Distinctly uncomfortable with the elf girl, Margrett stood herself, letting out a long-held breath. She undid her cape and wrapped it around the girl's shoulders.
Can't go out half-naked. People will talk. She tried to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. The girl was pretty, too pretty for this place. Again she wished she would have ripped out Dogrin's throat, but she thought of her father and forgot about it. She hugged the girl once, keeping her arms around her shoulders for support.
If you show me where you live, I can take you home. Do you have parents around here, hun?
The elf woman was easily Marg's age - at least in terms of her physique. As Marg dropped an arm around her, the elf rested her head on Marg's shoulder and purred. Her hand slid up her thigh, pulling what little semblence of a skirt she had with it. There was no mistaking her flirtation. Hey eyes gazed up at Marg and her hand left her thigh to trail a finger down Marg's arm.
"No, my family are long gone. I can find my own way but need some clothes of course.
.... but.... I would need to lose the scraps and slip into a warm bath. I'd hate to stay so dirty. You could always join me. I was trained you know, trained in all sorts of things...."
The elf lifted her hand to cup Marg's jaw and tried to pull her toward her own mouth.
BUT Grayell leaned in the door at that very moment.
Margrett took a step back, caught off guard momentarily. Then she set her jaw and put her hand on the girl's shoulder firmly, her other hand gently on the elf's hands, lowering them.
You're tired. And a little confused. I don't know what he did to you, or if you did them willingly, but that's not my concern. She frowned.
I came here to help you, and trying to get in my pants isn't going to get you any safer. It's just going to complicate thing. She sighed.
I pitied you when I saw you, but now I do for an entirely different reason. I don't have a lot of respect for you right now. If you cooperate I can help you, but not like that. She looked to Grayell, her hand still on the girl's shoulder.
No, not at all. She's delusional. We should get her some help.
The elf pulled away, pouting and hurt. She shot Marg a look at that could freeze water, but was suddenly very lucid.
"I just want to leave. I have done nothing wrong and you cannot keep me here any longer. I will not be treated like property any longer. He kept some clothes for me. I will take those and will leave of my own accord thank you. Unless you intend to arrest me."
It was quite the change in personality.
Grayell looked at Marg and shrugged.
She's got us there. We can't force her to take our help. Let's see if we can't scrounge some coin for her then.
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No. Margrett let go of the girl, taking her cape off her shoulders. She walked away, grabbing her hat as she did so, and stood next to Gray, folding her arms.
If she doesn't want help, I'm not giving it. Legally we're not obligated to do anything. Let's go. Let the girl fend for herself if she wants it.
Grayell watched Marg storm out, an eyebrow raised. He rubbed his head, seems he missed something. He walked to the door and hollered.
Marg, gimme a minute. We have Dogrin, we can question him. Just let me gather up what's left here and see her on her way, alright?
It took several minutes but the elf walked out before Grayell. She was wearing a green dress, odd that it was kept in such nice condition. She had a not-so-nice cload adorning her shoulders and head. As she left, she spotted Marg and walked over to her. She stopped in front of her, her face quite clean and the dress almost making her look like the proper lady. A playful, but almost sickening smile was on her lips.
"Margrett wasn't it? Ae'londra. We'll have to do this again some time, I had such fun...."
And with that she slipped into the crowd and was gone - almost with alarming speed. Grayell joined Marg, looking down the street after her own gaze.
You see her on the way out? She's odd that one I tell you. Didn't say a word to me. Wouldn't so much as look at me. Oh well, I found some coin and gave it to her. The cargo and leftovers are being transported to the council hall now. But this is for you.
Grayell tossed Margrett a pouch with some 30 gold in it. It was partly soaked in dry blood. He grinned.
Yeah, well he wasn't using it any more. C'mon, I still owe you a meal.
Grayell chuckled with an injected "what?" The look on his face said it all though. The rest was left to the villagers he'd paid with what was left of the gold housed there and so off they went, to a dinner and to maybe get Marg to know some of the locals.
(I'd like to parlay in the tavern if you're up to it, get your character acquainted with whoever is in there or comes by.
Meanwhile, you get 5 acclaim and the gold you were handed for a great first adventure. Welcome back in a manner of speaking.)