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couple who were currently wrestling with each other.
Eorgh shifted his position slightly so he could observe the two without stopping work for too long, then he continued grading, his sensitive fingers telling him which gems were correctly cut, allowing his eyes to record the scene in front of him.
In the Custodian’s Quarters, Lady Lych gazed at her mirror, watching the scene through Eorgh’s eyes with glee.
“She’ll be ours soon enough,” she murmured. “Eorgh, when they have finished, tell Hezan to bring the Cavalier to the Crystal Room, then remain in the Treasury to keep an eye on the party that enters after the couple leaves.”
A pulse of green light in the corner of the glass told her that Eorgh had acknowledged his instructions. With a snap of her elegant fingertips, Lady Lych ended the observation spell.
“That seems to be going successfully.” She adjusted the neckline of her silk robe. “Now I need to speak to the Master before I carry on with my plan.”
The mirror shimmered with a red mist before resolving into the hooded gaze of the Aracan Katuvana.
“You required my presence, Lady Lych?” the Aracan Katuvana’s deep voice in her public mind sent shivers of pleasure through the Lych Mistress’s curvaceous form.
Yet it is nothing compared to that which the voice of the Jar gives me. I wonder who is inside the ceramic. She shook the thought away, even though it was held in the deepest part of her private mind. I wouldn’t want him to think I was betraying him. She smiled as the Aracan Katuvana’s lust pulsed through her senses. At least I know that the Master desires me; the Jar tells me nothing of its interest in me.
“I wished to update you, my sweetest Lord, on the progress of our trap. The Cavalier is caught within and will soon be ours. Hezan has done his job masterfully.”
“Excellent. What of the Hero and her party?”
“They wait outside the treasure room. Julissa seems reluctant to enter while Hezan entertains the cavalier; she always was a prude.” Lady Lych considered the problem for a moment. “I think I may have a way of securing them, if that is what you wish.”
“My plans require that they survive, Lady Lych. The Cavalier will be more use to me if she is allowed to return to the High King. The Harp is of no consequence in the overall scheme and I do not wish to advertise the presence of the dungeon as anything more than a neutralised area.”
She bowed low, allowing him to stare at her breasts for a while before she raised herself again.
“As my sweet Lord wishes. What of the wellbeing of this dungeon?”
“Allow them to escape before you restore Wortarin. He has suffered enough in his years of confinement.”
“Mercy, Lord?” Lady Lych felt a little surprised. “Is that not dangerous?”
“He will serve me more loyally if I restore him, than if I destroy him. Chase the party away once you have the cavalier on her way back to Fron.”
She nodded. “Very well, Lord. Shall I return to you?”
“Once you have set the dungeon to rights, yes. I look forward to your arrival.” The Aracan Katuvana sent a stronger pulse of bliss through her and she gasped as her body tingled.
“Yes, my Lord.”
The image faded into red mist again and then returned to being a mirror. Lady Lych considered utilising the tingling to release her frustrations, but decided against it and pushed it into the back of her mind.
“Task first, pleasure later,” she murmured.
* * *
Julissa stepped into the room, Virrinel at her shoulder.
“They seem to be ignoring us.”
“Gremlins are single minded; they concentrate on their jobs until they are disturbed…” Joran said as he followed with Qin-Dar.
“…so as long as we don’t attack them, they will leave us alone,” Qin-Dar finished for the mage and the pleased glance the two shared made Julissa grind her teeth in jealousy.
“Let’s find the Harp then. Virrinel, do a slow circuit of the room and see if you can
Eorgh shifted his position slightly so he could observe the two without stopping work for too long, then he continued grading, his sensitive fingers telling him which gems were correctly cut, allowing his eyes to record the scene in front of him.
In the Custodian’s Quarters, Lady Lych gazed at her mirror, watching the scene through Eorgh’s eyes with glee.
“She’ll be ours soon enough,” she murmured. “Eorgh, when they have finished, tell Hezan to bring the Cavalier to the Crystal Room, then remain in the Treasury to keep an eye on the party that enters after the couple leaves.”
A pulse of green light in the corner of the glass told her that Eorgh had acknowledged his instructions. With a snap of her elegant fingertips, Lady Lych ended the observation spell.
“That seems to be going successfully.” She adjusted the neckline of her silk robe. “Now I need to speak to the Master before I carry on with my plan.”
The mirror shimmered with a red mist before resolving into the hooded gaze of the Aracan Katuvana.
“You required my presence, Lady Lych?” the Aracan Katuvana’s deep voice in her public mind sent shivers of pleasure through the Lych Mistress’s curvaceous form.
Yet it is nothing compared to that which the voice of the Jar gives me. I wonder who is inside the ceramic. She shook the thought away, even though it was held in the deepest part of her private mind. I wouldn’t want him to think I was betraying him. She smiled as the Aracan Katuvana’s lust pulsed through her senses. At least I know that the Master desires me; the Jar tells me nothing of its interest in me.
“I wished to update you, my sweetest Lord, on the progress of our trap. The Cavalier is caught within and will soon be ours. Hezan has done his job masterfully.”
“Excellent. What of the Hero and her party?”
“They wait outside the treasure room. Julissa seems reluctant to enter while Hezan entertains the cavalier; she always was a prude.” Lady Lych considered the problem for a moment. “I think I may have a way of securing them, if that is what you wish.”
“My plans require that they survive, Lady Lych. The Cavalier will be more use to me if she is allowed to return to the High King. The Harp is of no consequence in the overall scheme and I do not wish to advertise the presence of the dungeon as anything more than a neutralised area.”
She bowed low, allowing him to stare at her breasts for a while before she raised herself again.
“As my sweet Lord wishes. What of the wellbeing of this dungeon?”
“Allow them to escape before you restore Wortarin. He has suffered enough in his years of confinement.”
“Mercy, Lord?” Lady Lych felt a little surprised. “Is that not dangerous?”
“He will serve me more loyally if I restore him, than if I destroy him. Chase the party away once you have the cavalier on her way back to Fron.”
She nodded. “Very well, Lord. Shall I return to you?”
“Once you have set the dungeon to rights, yes. I look forward to your arrival.” The Aracan Katuvana sent a stronger pulse of bliss through her and she gasped as her body tingled.
“Yes, my Lord.”
The image faded into red mist again and then returned to being a mirror. Lady Lych considered utilising the tingling to release her frustrations, but decided against it and pushed it into the back of her mind.
“Task first, pleasure later,” she murmured.
* * *
Julissa stepped into the room, Virrinel at her shoulder.
“They seem to be ignoring us.”
“Gremlins are single minded; they concentrate on their jobs until they are disturbed…” Joran said as he followed with Qin-Dar.
“…so as long as we don’t attack them, they will leave us alone,” Qin-Dar finished for the mage and the pleased glance the two shared made Julissa grind her teeth in jealousy.
“Let’s find the Harp then. Virrinel, do a slow circuit of the room and see if you can
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