(Contains heavy bondage scenes with ropes, gags and so on of several damsels)

“Attention now, we are entering Wer rat territory,” Retre warned, sword and whip at the ready.
“Lets lit fresh torches”, Rowenn advised.
The group halted and did so, several girls utilizing the pausing for a quick smoke and some water. They were about one hours march away from the hall of the slave trader incident. Astonishingly, as Tashmal had called it, they had encountered no one else in a bondage situation since then, or anyone at all, save for rats, spiders and bones.
Standing now in another hall with large statues of the goddesses and their daughters, partly destroyed by time, Dana noticed even dark aspects among them and shuddered. Marule, on the other hand, was fascinated and eyed each statue closely, especially one in good shape of Rakuzu, goddess of tyranny and cruel reign. Sirf was awake too, looking out of his basket, his green eyes shining in the dark.
“A beautiful woman, dont you think, Danadeva?” his deep voice sounded in the blondes mind.
“Although I learned there a different ways about religion and belief in different cultures, I am still influenced by the view I was raised with, Lord Sirf. So, I can find nothing beautiful in a dark aspect.”
“Just imagine her packaged, will you? That helps in overcoming any respect or fear.”
“A goddess, as a package? Even in case of a dark one, such thoughts are sins.”
“Sins here, sins there, your people use to nail black cats at doors, remember? Do you think that very wise and friendly? So...”
“So maybe the things they call sins are nonsense too? You are probably right.”
“I am nearly always right, blonde heroine. A privilege due to  age, wisdom and experience.”
Dana, avid smoker she was, had lit a stick too, and was now finished, killing it under her boot. She ignored Sirf and turned to the others:
“Are we ready? Good, than lets continue. I would like to avoid bloodshed, even that of Wer rats, if possible. So if we encounter them, and they dont attack right away, please no hasty measures, ladies.”
“As you command, blonde,” Tashmal chuckled. The others nodded, although Retre Zeivel raised an eyebrow and seemed to swallow a comment.
Led by Retre, they entered another corridor, leaving the large statues behind. Danas first impression was no different from the numerous other corridors they had already marched through, but then she noticed a weak smell, slowly gaining intensity.
“Yes, thats the big rats,” Sirf commented unbidden.
“Wonderful,” the blonde replied.
The group marched on for about ten minutes, after which they reached another hall, filled with statues too, plus big tombs. Zusha signaled:
“There are eyes observing us from the right.”
Dana tried to look over cautiously and saw the glimpse of tiny red lights in the distance between two tombs.
“As long as they dont attack, we just march on,” she ordered.
Retre was searching the ground near another tomb to the left, probing with a booted foot among the dust and bones.
“I need your help,” she said to Zusha and sent the Rondaka a hot stare.
Without comment, Zusha gave her torch to Dana and approached the thief. Together they cleared an area of bones and thick dust, revealing a heavy door of shiny shagjat, unaffected by time, in the ground.
“Good, thats the entrance to the place of the Ancients.” Retre explained.
Her gloved left hand pressed against a blue button at one of the plates edges. A hissing sound was audible, than something mechanical. The plate moved, an opening became visible.
“You were down there before?”
“Once, Lady Danadeva. I had to hide at the occasion and only waited for some hours in the chamber beneath. I didnt explore the place then.” Retre elaborated.
The plate had now vanished completely, revealing a small staircase, of shiny shagjat too, leading to a chamber beneath. It was lit by the strange light without visible source Dana already knew.
“Well, down we go.” the blonde said and Zusha entered first, followed by Retre and Dana herself.
The chamber below was quite large, at its walls were a total of six dark mirrors, none alive. Too Danas left was a door of white Shagjat, a panel with colored buttons nearby.
The ex maid waited until everyone was down the stairs. Retre pressed a button at the staircase and the plate started to move again and sealed the ceiling.
The air was astonishingly fresh, even a light breeze could be felt. The magic of the Ancients.
The girls extinguished the torches and lanterns, while Dana examined the panel near the door.
“Its the blue button,” Sirf told her.
“Thanks, my Lord,” Dana thought and pressed said button down.
With hissing air, the door swivelled into the wall, revealing a long corridor in white shagjat.
From visiting the place in dreamworld, Dana and Trish knew there were no “robots” or other visible dangers around. On remembering this, Dana suddenly thought:
“Sirf, it just occurs to me that we could have asked for the position of the seals in dreamworld. Shame on me I didnt thought of that sooner but it surprises me the Spica and the other witches havent thought of it.”
“Well, they have, Dana, they have. The seals showed themselves to be hidden in the dreamworld, their bubbles empty, erased by powerful dream magic like I and other con-fy-deths possess. So we had no other choice than to come here.”
“But why were the seals erased and not this place here?”
“Must confess thats a mystery to the Spica and me too. But we should be grateful for it. Now lets move, booted heroine, the other wenches already stare at you.”
Dana looked about and met several pairs of eyes.
“Uuuh, well, shall we?” she said and stepped into the corridor.
They knew which way to take from the dreams. After following the corridor to a larger chamber, they descended a big staircase, leading down six levels. On the seventh level, they left the stairs and entered another hall.
Here, one of the great mirrors was alive and showed the moving picture of two pretty ladies stark naked, bathing in the sun at a beach. They ate what looked like icecream, though Dana had never seen icecream of such venomlike green as these. Maybe in Achaia something like that was sold, she didnt know.
They ignored the moving scene and headed for a door. Dana pressed the blue button, but the large Shagjat plate didnt move.
The blonde send a questioning glare around.
“Maybe we should try other buttons...” Megan proposed.
“Better not,” advised Sirf in Danas mind.
“Open the panel under the buttons.”
Dana did as ordered. There was a metal lever beneath the small plate. She shrugged and pulled it.
With a sound like a groaning ox, the door opened slowly, but stopped halfway.
The group had to move sideways to get through. All the while the mechanism of the door continued to groan, and Dana half suspected it to close while one of her friends was right between it. But everything went well.
On Sirfs advice, she opened another panel on the other side and pulled the lever, so that the groaning door closed again.
The corridor behind the door led to another, which to the contrary opened without any problems. The girls passed it and entered a chamber whose far wall was a big mirror like in the tower in Ouch-od-Dry. Only Dana could be seen in it.
“So far, so good,” Megan said.
Retre and Majavuth eyed the mirror, obviously confused.
Marule explained:
“Its a portal. Only Dana may pass it.”
“I still dont like it,” Tashmal growled, grabbed the blonde by an arm and rose on her toes to kiss her.
“Be careful, you hear me.”
“Sure, achaian whore. Everything will be okay. Just stay here and dont die of boredom, you and the others.”
With that, Dana turned and stepped right into the mirror, vanishing from the chamber.

This time, no robot hands grabbed her on the other side. Nonetheless, the room seemed similar to the home of the library machine, with many dark mirrors, buttons, gleaming magical crystals, and metal skeletons of chairs, whose polstering of Hardlatexa had evaporated.
“Sirf? What now? Can we ask this machine here just like the “library”? Will there be a price too?”
“I dont think so. Now its Oshs turn.” Sirf said.
Another, yet unheard male voice rose in Danas mind:
“A pleasure to finally talk to you, young human. I am sure a place between your ample breasts is just as comforting as the one between Megans bosom.”
“A pleasure for me too, Lord Osh,” welcomed Dana the little snakes mind  and had to smile at its remark.
“Lets get to work, young lady. Please approach the wall with all these crystals and mirrors. Fine. A bit to the left. Press the green button over there to your right hand.”
Dana did so, and the mirror above the button came to live, showing first whirling gray flocks like snow, then clearing to a deep gleaming blue.
“Do you see this panel, with the letters on the small buttons? You have learned to read and write now, dont you?”
“Yes, Lord Osh.”
“Splendid. Find the button with the letter “p” and press it.”
On pressing the “p”, white script appeared in quick succession on the blue background of the mirror. Dana didnt understand the language, but Osh obviously did. He ordered the blonde to type whole words into the machine, and in this way started to communicate with it.
It took what seemed to Dana like several hours. She had to concentrate all the time and desperately wished for some water and a smoke, but Osh seemed oblivious to his “mediums” needs.
Dana didnt dare to ask for a break. Finally, a second mirror came to live and showed a detailed map of Matria, with seven red dots gleaming in it, one in each realm of the women of the world.
Oshs orders became even more demanding and complicated, as Dana had to guide a blue crucifix on the mirror over the red dots one after the other. Long combinations of letters and numbers appeared on the edge of the “screen”, as Osh called the mirrors.
Sirf told Dana he would memorize them all and Megan and Trish could later “translate” them to positions on their own maps.
As the last combination came up on the screen, Osh said in a satisfied tone:
“Wonderful, we are done. You were great, young Miss.”
“Thank you, Lord Osh,” Dana managed to say, quickly opening a canteen of water and gulping down half of its content. Then she quickly mouthed a Laxago, lit it, and sucked in smoke like someone having been suffocated air.
Sweat was on her brow, her hands shook. Sirf chuckled in her mind, but she ignored him.
When Dana had finished the cigarette, she unceremoniously returned through the mirror to the others.
Indeed, several hours had passed. The group was sitting cross legged in the chamber, drinking, eating provision, smoking, Rowenn and Niyi had even started a Kerkor game. But all were nervous and very glad as Dana showed up again. Tashmal was quickly at the blondes side:
“Everything okay? You look very tired. Was there danger on the other side?”
“Not really. The task was very different from our usual missions, and yes, I am tired. Well, exhausted describes it much better. But we have what we need. I know the positions of the seven seals.”
The others cheered. Dana smiled weakly and lit another cigarette.
“Lets be on our way, shall we. I am longing for a soft bed.”
“Can you walk?” Tashmal asked concerned.
Dana managed a smile and said:
“Its not THAT bad. Surely I can walk. Lets go.”
As quickly as possible, the group retraced its steps to the entrance chamber. Retre and Zusha went upstairs into the catacombs first. Everything seemed quiet. The others followed.
When all were assembled in the hall – they had lit the torches again downstairs already – all hell broke loose, as a huge number of Wer rats, armed with clubs, spears and nets, assaulted them from all sides.
And they had some kind of magic at their disposal too, as all torches hissed as if in a strong wind, and went out in the blink of an eye. The ensuing darkness was only dotted by the countless red pairs of rat eyes and the two gleaming crystals of Megans and Trish magic staffs.
Then, Majavuth shouted a loud, short prayer, and the heavy mace in her gloved left shone in a green, far reaching pale light. The wer rats were upon the girls, and there was no time for niceties.
Dana was in the midst of it already, parrying two spear thrusts  and cleaving a net thrown on her. Two quick strikes left and right followed, and two Wer rats stumbled backwards in fountains of blood. Zusha was beside her, and the Redskinns double bladed axe made short work of two more creatures, their skulls severed. Retre was on the blondes other side, and Dana forgot about her betrayal for now as the thiefs sword and whip were wielded expertly, killing their score of attackers.
The creatures were in fear of Majavuths gleaming mace and retreated from the Zoralada, who fought like a lioness. Better to surprise her later than confront her, Dana thought in the back of her mind, admitting to her herself she had underestimated the beautiful priestress´ fighting prowess.
The ex maid took all that in, saw Rowenn going to her knees under a club hitting her shoulder, Megan and Trish sending out fireballs from their staffs, Niyi dancing with her sword between the enemy, Tashmal killing a Wer rat attacking Dana from behind, Zoet defending the relatively helpless Marule, Zusha, Retre and Majavuth continuing the bloody slaughter, while she herself killed attacker after attacker. A spear came through her defense and pierced her leather corsage, sending sharp pain from her wounded tummy through her, but she supressed it easily as usual.  The creature wielding the spear died under her blade.
It lasted for about five minutes. Then, the Wer rats fled as if guided by a single mind. Dana looked about.  Only Rowenn was down, although Trish bled from an ugly wound in the face. All around the girls lay the corpses of Wer rats.
Megan already cared for Rowenn, healing her, while Zoet tended to her witch Trish.
“You are wounded, Dana!” Tashmal exclaimed.
The Achaian started to behave like her birth mother lately, Dana thought, not sure if feeling annoyance or amusement. After seeing that both Rowenn and Trish would be okay, she allowed her lover to tend to her belly wound. The corsage was ruined, the blouse and silken underwear beneath too, but the wound was only superficial. Tashmal applied some healing oil to it and taped a bandage over it.
With the immediate danger gone, and the tension going down, the girls lit cigarettes and smoked greedily. Rowenn was already on her feet again, and Megan cared for Trishs wound by another spell. The whiteblonde witch stumbled weakly after the healing, and Zoet had to steady her. But she assured Dana she could walk.
Everyone was eager to leave the scene of battle. Neither were the slain corpses a very nice sight, nor wanted anyone to linger in the area because of the devious stench coming from gore and blood of the dead creatures, which the cigarette smoke could only partly mask.
Not to speak of the possibility of a second assault. So they lit the torches anew and left the hall as quickly as possible. Red eyes followed them from a distance, but finally remained behind as they soon left the Wer rats territory.
So far, so good, Dana thought. Now to Retre and Majavuth and Brixeth and her minions waiting in ambush. It was only the question, who would ambush whom...

After putting a good distance between the scene of battle and themselves, they stopped for a short rest in another hall, as Trish seemed very weak and immediately sat down on a stone bench, after Zoet had brushed the bones and skulls on it aside.
The girls drank water and had another smoke. Megan offered her Malego pack to Retre and Majavuth. The thief immediately took one, but the Zoralada hesitated.
“You dont like Malegos, Mother?” Megan asked innocently.
“Uhh, well, I like them very much, but, I prefer them in the bedroom when loving my soon to be companion. They are quite strong on me.”
“Really? Oh well, then...”
“Wait, I will take one. A bit hotness after the battle will be a welcome sensation, to wash away the cruel images of slaying.”
The blonde priestress put a stick between her black lips. Megan summoned a small magical flame at a fingertip to give herself and the two others a light. Both the blonde Zoralada and the brunette thief leaned forward in greedy expectation, already sucking on the filters of the unlit sticks, Majavuth even letting out a soft moan.
Niyi and Rowenn had approached unobserved from behind, and suddenly put daggers at the two girls throats.
“What...” blurted Retre, looking wildly about. Zusha took away the thiefs sword and whip, then the dagger from the belt.
Majavuth was just starring, her eyes wide. Finally she managed to mumble:
“What is the meaning of this? Why do you betray us?”
Dana took away the girls mace and dagger.
“Well, its more the other way around. You two have betrayed us. We know everything. Your dreampowers are not as perfect as you think.” the ex maid said coldly.
Her anger was rising. Zusha lashed Retre with her backhand, the Malego flew away. The thief, more surprised than in pain, opened her mouth to a vigorous protest, and had it immediately stuffed by a latexa packing.
“UGUMMPPH!” she made perplexed, hold back only by the dagger at her throat. Quickly, Zusha applied gag strap and band, made them real tight in Retres face. The girls features reddened.
Majavuth meanwhile starred at the scene and shook her head. The cigarette still at her lips, she mumbled hastily:
“Thats all a mistake, you misunderstand everything. The Zoraladas are the only ones who could help you develop your real dream powers. And have you forgotten the male invasion? We do the brutes work if we fight one another. Please, be prudent, let us talk first...”
“Did you intend to talk first with us as you planned to sell us to Mambakas? To work on a gnuvala plantage? How did you put it? Rubberized, permanently gagged and dildoed?” Tashmal joined the conversation.
The priestress fell silent, the cigarette shaking because of her lips quivering. Her green eyes rushed here and there, looking for a way out and finding none.
Zusha had ordered Retre to strip, and sharp steel pointing at her all around her, the brunette obeyed, fighting the effects of the latexa gag, mewing inadvertently into it.
Dana had enough of it. She rudely took Majavuths mane in one fist and pulled. The girl opened her mouth for a scream, maybe of surprise, maybe of protest, but it didnt came out, as Danas other hand shoved a squeaking packing into the beauties oral orifice, right after the cigarette fell to the ground. The ensuing gag scream was very satisfying.
Eyes bulging and moist, the typical gag expression, the Zoralada raised her black gloved hands to her white painted face with the stuffed gaping mouth, but the dagger at her throat kept her from doing anything, her fingers gripping air.
Quickly Dana applied strap and band, completing the three part gag.
“MMPPH! UMMPPH! MMUUMMPPH; UGGGMSCH!”
Majavuth was very eagerly producing gag sounds, which drew a thin smile from Dana.
“Strip, she-snake.”
The priestress hesitated, then obeyed. Soon thereafter both she and Retre were nude save for boots and gloves.
“Look what we have here! Two fine shiny black latexa corsages, strongly impregnated with lust scream. I am not sure you earned such pleasurable garment,” Tashmal said next, holding up the gleaming things.
Retre and Majavuth visibly gulped. The blonde girl shook her head emphatically. Her honey was already leaving traces on the inner side of her boots.
“Come on, Lady Zeivel, service the blonde beauty. Adorn her with a corsage, and make it tight, do you hear me?”
The thief starred angrily at Tashmal, than at Dana and Zusha. She took one of the latexa items and approached Majavuth. Rowenn held the blondes wrist before her body in an iron grip. Retre put the latexa around the priestress´ waist, pulled it tight, then tighter, laced it shut. On contact of the latexa with the soft skin at her belly and waist the Zoralada screamed into her gag and struggled in Rowenns grip. She threw her head back, her long curly mane flew about. Streaks of sweat began to disarrange the white paint on her face.
As Retre laced it shut and gave it a final strong tug, Majavuth screamed wildly into her squeaking gag.
Now it was Retres turn herself, with Zusha applying the corsage.
“You planned to enslave me, whiteskin. You dreamed of lashing, whipping and humiliating me, all the while courting me friendly as a lover.”
The thief starred at the Rondaka, her gaze full of hatred. Unbidden, she leaned over a tomb and gripped its edges.
“Very well, white skin, you take it like a woman. That speaks in your favor. But not much else.”
Zusha put the corsage onto Retres waist, tightened and fastened it. The doranian thief couldnt supress heavy groans into her gag, sweat on her brow, but she starred grimly ahead of her, pretending to be unaffected by both the lustcream impregnated latexa and the psychological impact of the tight corsage.
That attitude wouldnt last long though, as Zusha now started to tie her up with stout rope. As more and more rope cut into her flesh, and she was handled about like a freight package, physical and psychological factors summed up to overcome her pretended coolness.
As Zusha was finished with the rope work, Retre was mmmphhing heavily, her face red, and her eyes wild and soft.
In the meantime, Dana and Tashmal had tied up the Zoralada, and the curled blonde beauty didnt take it any better than Retre. Struggling uselessly, constantly screaming into her gag, Majavuth was a very aroused girl if Dana had ever seen one.
Dana on the other hand was not as aroused by the packaging of the two girls as she had expected beforehand. Maybe because she was so disgusted by them, and in Majavuths case disappointed in her. At first she had liked the she-snake.
She had to be even more paranoid, she thought. She couldnt trust her gut feeling about persons.
Danas friends were still acting out their revenge on the two captives. To both girls horror, shaving cream was in attendance, and razorblades. Their struggling and mewing was to no avail, soon both were completely bald, their brown and blond hair manes littering the ground.
Latexa caps were put over their skulls and moved down her delicate necks, leaving only their  gagged faces free. The final touch were the leashs fastened on them, hold by Zusha and Rowenn respectively.
Tashmal seemed to have enjoyed the show, she sent Dana a hot grin. Dana smiled thinly back.
Now for the next part of the plan...

“It is too easy,” Tashmal said disapprovingly.
“I have no problem with that,” Dana answered, as Niyi and Rowenn led two more tightly tied and gagged weapon maids of the Zoralad order into the hall.
They were knelt down with the others. They had now captured 10 minions of Brixeth. The Zoralada waited in a hall about 30 minutes away for Majavuths, her would be companions arrival with the unsuspecting group. As the catacombs were dangerous, she had posted double sentries, which now were all packaged prisoners of Dana and her friends.
It was time for the next phase. There were 20 weapon maids left with the Zoralada. Dana called for Sirf in her mind, and the Tomcat chuckled:
“I hasten to obey. Have just sent “Majavuths” dream message to her lover. Brixeth now assumes something has gone wrong and her beloved soon to be companion is in trouble. No doubt she will come over as fast as possible, not caring for the outlying sentries.”
“Give Bonda that you are right, Lord Sirf.”
“She was always on my side.”
“Who? What do you mean?”
“Nothing, Dana, just a joke. Ah, yes, my dreamview tells me they are approaching fast. Will be here in a quarter of an hour.”
The blonde informed her friends, which took a look after every captives ropes and gags, just to be extra sure. Dana herself controlled Majavuth and Retre, who were now tied spreadeagled over a tomb, facing the entrance Brixeth would emerge from.
Both were as securely in bondage as possible. And both were still much in heat, even more so than two hours ago, when the bondage was fresh and new.
Dana couldnt help but address the ex blonde Zoralada:
“Dont worry, she-snake, your lover will soon join you.”
“UMMMPPHH!”
“Is this anticipation? Probably. She will look just as hot as you, totally packaged.”
Majavuth struggled uselessly and mewed something into her gag, but Dana turned away.
She was so tired. It was not the battle against the Wer rats, it was because of the work at the “screens” in the station of the Ancients. Osh had been very demanding, and Dana now felt as if her brain had been in contact with a large hammer – a very violent contact.
Everyone took position, and they waited, hidden in the shadows. The captives struggled and mewed, time passed. They had placed torches and lanterns to shine directly on Retre and Majavuth, especially on the Zoralada.
If the plan failed, if Brixeth would stop and think on her lovers sight, there would probably be bloodshed.
Dana thought about just leaving with her friends, ignoring the Zoraladas and their schemes. They now knew the way back to the surface, so Retre wasnt needed anymore too.
No, she wouldnt run away. And that was that. She wished for another smoke, but that was out of the question now, as the glimming cigarette would alert the prey with its light. Dana was annoyed with herself that she had difficulties not to light up. Already so much under Jalimas, the daughtergoddess of greed and addiction, spell, Danadeva? She asked herself. Damn it, she  really was in a fool mood. She should be happy they now knew the seals locations.
Time passed, while Dana continued to bitch in her mind. She heard the sound of leather and metal, of heavy breathing, of heels hitting the ground. The prey was coming in.
Soon, the Zoralada and her weaponmaids entered the hall, Brixeth in front, her sword at the ready. She immediately spotted Retre and Majavuth spreadeagled on the tomb. Despite they heavily packaged, she recognized her lover at once, probably because of the boots, as Dana assumed.
„Majavuth, my love! Quick, free her, hurry!“
The whole group ran forward for the task, only a Weibel (sergeant), a tall, muscled woman with a dark hairknot wielding a big battleaxe, hesitated:
„I might be a trap, Mother!“
It was too late. Megan had used her magical fire, which only killed inanimated material, to make a rather large pit before the tomb, and Trish had covered it with the illusion of a bone littered ground.
The running women, Brixeth first, fell into the pit in a mass of intertwined bodies, limbs and weapons. Screams of surprise and pain rose. The priestress and 11 of her maids had tumbled into the pit.
The Weibel and 8 weaponmaids managed to stop in time. At the same moment, Zusha, Tashmal, Niyi, Rowenn and Zoet threw their latexa clubs, hitting five heads, taking out 5 more opponents  for good. Adding to that, clubs of animated air from the two witches stunned two more.
The last minion, faced by the friends and their raised weapons, dropped her sword and knelt, hands raised.
The Weibel screamed in fury and turned towards Niyi, who was next to her. But quickly Tashmal were at Majavuths side and put her dagger at the latexa sheeted throat of the helpless girl.
„Surrender, or mother Majavuth dies here and now.“
It was a bluff, at least as far as Dana was concerned, but the Weibel fell for it. Fuming with rage, she dropped the axe and knelt too.
Rowenn went to the pit, where several women tried to climb out, but met Zoet sword and Trishs and Megans magic staffs.
The knightress ordered:
“Come out of the pit one by one. Leave your weapons down there. For those wounded by the fall, rest assured we will heal all serious injury.”
One by one, the minions climbed out and were bound hand and foot and gagged with improvised material, mainly stripes cut from their garments.
Zusha and Niyi packaged the Weibel, who was the most dangerous one. Two girls had broken legs and one had gotten a blade throw her hip. Megan and Trish healed the three before they were secured too.
Dana and Tashmal serviced Brixeth, who seemed very concerned about her lover.
“You dared to treat her so! My poor love! You cruel bitches, you will all pay for that!”
“Maybe later,” interrupted Tashmal cheerfully.
“But first, you will join your love in her predicament. So, open wide for the gag.”
“MMPPHH!”
That took care of her threats, and quickly, she was stripped save for boots and gloves, got a tight latexa corsage, was tied up strictly with rope, balded, and finally her head sheeted in latexa.
Now exactly packaged as Retre and Majavuth, she was left struggling and mewing in front of the tomb.
Dana looked down on her and her lover, send a glance to the thief too.
“In case you havent gotten it by now: I wont join the Zoraladas. I prefer to side with the alboran witches, who didnt try to enslave my friends to get rid of them. You should think of your approach in these matters.
Anyway, we will leave you here now. We will take one of your minions with us. Once we have left Weidfeld, she will be freed and may return to you, to free you all. You will be down here, totally helpless, for some hours. Thats a risk, with Wer Rats, criminals and slavers stalking the place, but it cant be helped. Some of my friends think we should kill you or at least sell you into slavery to get rid of you entirely, but I am not like you, I wont do that.
So pray to your goddess or whomever that your minion will come back in time.
I know that you probably will be after me again, but all you will gain by that is another packaging, I promise you. And next time I might listen to my friends and dispose permanently of you.
I see you are not in the mood to listen. Well, try to get some fun out of it, you seem quite hot, you three.
Farewell!”
With that, she turned and gestured to her friends. Taking one weaponmaid with them on a leash, the girls left the captives behind.
“What a long speech, I am impressed,” Sirf chuckled.
“I am not in the mood for your jokes, tomcat.”
“I noticed that already. All in all, I think it went very well. You have taught the Zoraladas a lesson and thwarted their plan, and, more important still, we now know the seals locations.”
“Are you sure our witches can deduct the exact places from these complicated codes?”
“Yes, its not so difficult if you know how its done.”
“One on each continent of Matria. I think we should go for the one here in Arankalor first. It was in the southwest, in Zillagoll. The queen Penelopaj is after me too, we have left captured whip mistresses from the country behind in the fortress of the Dark Blades in Lashayette.”
“Yes, the one in Zillagoll would be easiest, in terms of distances. You should consider going out of Weidfeld in the Empire in the east or southeast. With the war raging in the west, dragons wont get through the western parts of the Empire.”
“More time lost. But you are right, Sirf. And dont say it.”
“What, oh heroine of ropes and gags?”
“That you are always right.”
“I had not the slightest intention to do so...”