Jon Chess returned to Dalaran, heading for Phredaria's residence, carrying a satchel over his shoulder. Phredaria, he knew, was probably teaching classes today, but he wasn't here to see his best friend and forensics mage. He was here to see his client.
Chess mumbled the pass-phrase Phred had made him memorize when he reached the front door. Chess had objected at first. "Phred, just lock up normally, I'll just pick the lock." Phred had installed a Lavabold 900, one of the most complex combinations of key lock and combination dial mechanisms sold by the gadgeteers of New Tinkertown.
"Sure, we can do that... and when the arc lighting trap I installed fries your tallard ass off, who is going to be left to clean up the dust pile? Me, that's who! Now memorize the pass-phrase so I don't have to stoop to housekeeping!" Phred had mumbled.
Jon had given in; Phredaria hated housework with a passion.
Jon entered Phred's home and made his way to the guest bedroom, where his client was staying. He knocked loudly.
There was a yelp from inside the room, then a thump. Chess heard a pained mewl from the far side of the door. Jon muttered the pass-phrase again and entered the room.
On entering, Chess found that his client had apparently been in the middle of something, based on the scent of sex in the bedroom air and her state of undress. When he'd knocked, she had scrambled to cover herself, but had instead managed tangle herself up in the sheets and rolled off the side of the bed, hitting the floor. her long magenta hair obscured her lovely face. She was face-down, with the sheets wrapped around her ankles. Her shapely blue body was almost mesmerizing. Her bare rear end reached towards Jon enticingly as she recovered from her slight daze.
Jon reached down and lifted her bodily off the floor and placed her back on the bed. Jon backed up a step and turned to the wall to give her some space, and started rummaging through his satchel.
"I bring gifts!" Chess declared, his voice full of amusement.
Dye blinked up at him, brushing the hair away from her face. "Gifts... you...?" she said, blinking up at him. She realized her exposed state, and yanked the bedsheets up around herself, covering from chest to thighs. "I... ah... thank you. I'm sorry about that... I was... sleeping. And I got caught in the sheets..."
Jon didn't look up from his unpacking. " Of course. I also got you... ah... some [Obsidian Warbeads]. Oh, and your sister and I talked. Your sister and I talked, Please write to her."
Dye flushed darkly at the intimate gift, nodding her head. "I... ah... th-thank you." She nodded her head to him. "Is... was she worried?"
"She is. She has threatened me, and I have accepted it in the spirit in which it was offered," Jon replied, chuckling and looking anywhere but at the woman in the middle f the four-poster bed.
"She's just... she and I had a hard time of it after the Scourge invaded Silvermoon. We had to protect each other. If I give you a letter, you can drop it in the mail?" she explained.
"Also, my Kirin Tor scholar friend says that the tattoo is a fertility enhancement enchantment, and Phred only detects the one enchantment, so you can probably safely be released. But I would prefer you come back here at night, where you are safe." Chess turned back to face his client. Dye twirled her finger at him, to indicate he should turn around again, and he complied.
Dye quickly began pulling on her clothes. "I... for how long, if I might ask?"
"How long?" Chess answered. "Ideally until we learn how to dispel the enchantment, but it is up to you. Lynesia is looking how to untie that particular knot, and disenchanting is her specialty."