Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, rode through the forest at Narlissa's side for a short while after their encounter in the glade. She kept smiling at him and winking and if he had not needed to find the Axe of the Mists he would have suggested they spend a few days in these woods with each other for company. She was certainly alluring enough to make it worthwhile.
Instead, he carried on, and not long later they came across a clearing in the trees. Birdsong sounded loud and a small stone tower stood in the middle upon a small hill. It was perhaps three stories high - tall enough to see over the trees but not so tall that it stood out for miles around.
Narlissa dismounted at the entrance, hitching her horse to a small post that stood from the ground. Sir Jeffrey did the same. Then the half-elf knocked on the heavy wooden door and waited. About ten seconds later the sound of sliding bolts filled the air and the door opened.
Sir Jeffrey's breath caught. The woman standing in the entrance was absolutely gorgeous. She had long, wavy black hair that fell to her shoulders, with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a long blue dress that flared at the wrists and a necklace with a red bead. The necklace fell into the cleavage that was revealed by the low cut of her dress, and Jeffrey could see she had impressively large breasts.
"Hello, Narlissa," she said with a smile to the half-elf. Sir Jeffrey delighted to see two such stunning women together.
"Hello, Breanne," Narlissa replied. "I being a visitor for you."
The woman, who Sir Jeffrey now knew as Breanne, regarded with him with a smile. "I see that. May I know your name, good sir?"
"Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, m'lady," he said with a bow. She beamed at him.
"He is very polite," she said to Narlissa, before turning back to Jeffrey. "What can I do for you, Sir Knight?"
"Narlissa mentioned that you might be able to help me," Jeffrey said.
"I did," Narlissa agreed. "If you are willing, Breanne, perhaps we should come inside?"
"Of course," the woman nodded, waving them in.
Sir Jeffrey stepped into the tower. On the bottom floor was a great room filled with luxurious furniture. A tall bookcase stood against one wall, and large glass doors opened to give a view of the glade. A winding staircase led upstairs in the middle of the room. Jeffrey wondered what was up there.
"Now, first of all, what is it I can do for you, Narlissa?"
"I was wondering if I could stay for a short while, Breanne... you know how it is with these town guardsmen and the like."
Breanne chuckled. "Of course, Narlissa. Though you know what you must do to earn your keep."
"Very well," Narlissa smiled, pulling her cloak around her. Jeffrey was almost disappointed that it hid her tight-fitting armour so well. Luckily he had Breanne to gape at. He watched as she left the tower, ignored her horse and disappeared into the trees.
"Where is she going?" he said after a moment.
Breanne smiled at him. "To put her talents to good use. The local elves don't like to give up their supplies of herbs and yet I need some for my studies. She... obtains them."
"She's a thief?" Jeffrey gasped. Suddenly her desire to remain hooded in the inn made sense.
"She is indeed. Is that a problem, Sir Knight? Keep in mind you have not seen her commit a crime."
Jeffrey nodded. Breanne was right. And after all, Narlissa had brought him here. He owed her to keep silent. Suddenly, concern crept across his face as he wandered what Narlissa might have taken.
Breanne laughed sweetly. "Sir Knight, do not worry whether she has stolen anything of yours. Narlissa does not take from her friends. Indeed, I believe she treats them... very well."
Jeffrey chuckled, nodding at Breanne. "She does that, m'lady."
"Please, call me Breanne."
"Only if you call me Jeffrey."
She laughed. "Very well, Jeffrey. What is it that I can do for you?"
"Narlissa mentioned that you were knowledgeable about the locations of magical artifacts. I am looking for the Axe of the Mists."