A nightly chill swept into the stone cold room, the thick drapes covering the bleak hole in the wall overlooking the bone wastes swayed for only a moment for the brisk wind. On the walls there were several shelves with various trophies and tokens of war: weapons, armor, trinkets, all equipment from defeated foes. The room was lit by several candles on a knee-high table beside a rather large bed. A chest was being rifled through at the foot of the bed. Sounds of gold coins being dropped into a leather pouch cut into the cool night air, lips of a thief spread into a grin upon a moon-touched face.
Several footsteps were heard at the entrance of the room and the smile quickly faded. Calmly, the rogue stood up on her nimble feet, subtly stashing the bounty in her bags as Moriane turned to see the figure. In the doorway stood a broad chested orc, a scar arced across Killrog's face and swiped across a non-existent eye. His arms were folded into his chest with a grin on his face.
"I thought you were supposed to be guarding your very important package, not in here." The orc said with a slightly condescending, but playful tone. He proceeded to lean against the door frame, watching the lonesome rogue.
"And I thought you were supposed to be commanding an army, not in here..." Her lips twisted into a grin once again, coming up with some excuses on the spot. "I took it upon myself to find a room in which I could stay the night; surely you wouldn't want me to spend a night outside." She even started to pull off her shirt, to prove that she was digging through the chest to put her belongings in. Her jerkin slid off her skin smoothly, letting it drop just on the edge of the chest. Her head tilted to the side, a dark soft lace bra covered her bountiful breasts.
"Ooh no, of course not, you are my guest, and as my guest, I would gladly lend you this room for the night. I'll have my guards accompany your box so you can attain uninterrupted sleep." He moved into the room, a hand on the hilt of a massive war axe on his side. She nodded at him and turned on her heals to face the chest. Mori slipped off her gloves and bracers, and then tossed them into the chest innocently. The orc approached her with even strides and calm movements.