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Upon a branch high in a tall tree facing a mountain road sat a white furred weasel dressed in leather and bits of chain metal, a belt holding several pouches, round bombs with short fuses, and a metal flask. Gingerly he palmed a bright red apple, holding it up to the sun as he watched a caravan pass, carts and carriages lined up, one in particular surrounded by rather serious looking guards. It wasn't anything too odd for a caravan to have armed guards, but these were tall rats with crossbows and well oiled and sharpened pikes, dressed in heavy plate, not exactly common among underpaid caravan guards. They seemed to need a lesson in disguise, or at the very least learn to ride within the cart to ambush those who would come to take their bounty. Regardless of his opinion of how the other side performed, he watched, watched with intent brown eyes as the mountainside above the caravan erupted in a myriad of red and black, explosions popping off one by one sending rocks and dirt flying down to block the path of the caravan, burying one of the frontmost carts in dirt and rubble. Corvi took hold of his apple in mouth and clapped, delighted with such a beautiful display of fire and destruction. Still rocks and debris fell from the mountainside onto the guards below who were scattered about like madmen, while the obvious leader remained composed ordering them about to stop flailing around like amateurs. Slipping down from the tree as quickly as he could manage he found himself on the ground, heading up into the mountain road from the side while explosions still popped off one by one sending more debris. He wondered if perhaps he had packed too much powder into those explosives, his charred left ear a testament to just how wild he could get with his pyrotechnics. Approaching the caravan from behind was easy enough, ducking underneath the carts with his small frame made simple by the fact that everyone was still trying to regroup from the landslide. While all were distracted and busy, Corvi slipped into the center-most cart, his prize, a precious cut gem unmarked and hidden in an innocent leather pouch which he took and placed as gingerly as he could manage upon his belt, ignoring bags of marked coins with their little sigils meant to track their location. With a content smile he prepared himself to leave when he heard yelling coming towards him, the door opening wider and his heart growing heavy. Without pause he pulled a few ball cases from a pouch and held his breath tossing them directly into the face of a hissing rat guard, his hissing turning to shrieking as a poignant yellow gas filled the cart and area around it. As the rat fell upon his back clawing at his face, Corvi dove out of the cart stepping upon the guards fat nose before making a mad dash down the mountain road and into the thicket of trees nearby. His escape would be at the bottom of the mountain road where the gem had first landed, a small Port town by the name of Pilfe, there he'd be able to get on a boat and set sail for another region to pawn the gem off. Hopefully the guard wouldn't be alerted just yet in town.

The town named Pilfe towered like the mountains nearby with great white stone and wooden buildings, canopies in between the structures to cover several market stalls that sold fish and other various curio. The winding streets continued on until the rickety wooden board docks that housed boats of every size in the salty water. Creatures of varying size and species walked the streets, some selling their goods from behind stalls with wide gestures and loud voices, and some simply traveling from place to place chatting among themselves. Among the buzzing crowd were those rat knights with sharp pikes and crossbows stalking about the cobbled streets, one of them wiping at his eyes and swearing to his various gods and patrons. In one of the many alleys nearby, Corvi watched with nervous eyes as both the town guard and those rat knights were wandering about in search of him. Perhaps it was because he had thrown pepper gas into their leader's eyes, but they seemed rather intent on tanning his hide. He had known many things about the gem he was going to steal, such as where it was supposed to go, and who was going to buy it, but he had not known that the original owner and merchant lived in Pilfe. What a silly thing to overlook, and he couldn't blow his way out of the situation with so many innocent bystanders, more importantly he'd be blowing himself up in the rubble and he'd prefer not going down in a blaze of glory for a single gem, even if it was a very precious gem for his own collection.

As a few rats pointed their pikes towards the alley he hid in, he ducked further into the shadows behind a few crates turning only to see a large wolf man speaking with two more rats blocking his way at the other end. He could smoke them all and just leave, but there was so much risk involved in being surrounded. One false movement and they could easily pin him down, and clawing his way up the building would take too long as well and would probably leave him exposed to a bolt in the rear. He needed to think quickly and act even faster since the rats that pointed his way were trotting on towards him. It wouldn't be long before they saw him. Cursing quietly he looked up to see his salvation, a low hanging window open large enough for him to fit through. It could lead him into literally anyone's home, but it was better than dealing with four rats and whoever else they brought, and so he leapt in, quickly scurrying inside of the window without a noise, the rats walking on by without suspecting a thing as he sat against the wall inside underneath the window, breathing out and clutching at his chest just before his heart nearly popped broke through his ribs as a sword burrowed into the wall right next to his pretty head.

To keep himself from panicking he counted his whiskers with a digit from his paw, passing that same shaky digit along the finely crafted steel to appreciate it before turning to hear the source of the blade adress him, "If you're here for an easy target, then I'll give you the chance to fight, but only because I'm bored, try anything funny with those things on your belt and I'll skewer you with the sword in my paw."

Corvi put both of his paws up in defense as he cleared his throat. His eyes could spot a rather cross looking female feline with deep beige fur, her paws and feet colored a bit darker and her narrowed eyes a striking yellow. For a moment and only a moment he admired the fact that she wore nothing but a simple lightly blue tinted night gown, but his attention turned to the broadsword in paw that she pointed at him, "N-now. I only really came in here to uh...To...Well to hide...From..."

"The guard? Are you what has caused such a ruckus? Because everyone has been moving around without head or sense, today I was supposed to be taking it easy, but then I hear all of this commotion...I'm actually glad for it." As she finished speaking twirled the blade in paw and stabbed it into the floor offering her paw to him, "Syrlla. If you're interesting enough thief, I might let you stick around for just a bit."

Corvi felt as if he were making a deal with a demon by just grabbing onto that paw, but he did anyway hefting himself up and sighing, surprised at how gentle her touch felt for such a seemingly battle hardened cat. For the first time he noticed that he was in a small home, stairs at the back leading into an upper level, a dining room and kitchen right there before him. It was strange that she seemed so intent on listening to his case instead of turning him in or skewering him, but he was glad that he didn't have to fight someone who seemed adept at swordsmanship. He'd much rather try to entertain the loosely dressed feline, "Well, you see I found myself a prime jewel to take, for my own collection, and all I needed to do was create a bit of distraction and yank it from the caravan, simple. I was going to leave on a boat and return to my home, but didn't realize that the owner was from this little town and would be aware after seeing my little...Show."

Syrlla gripped the pommel of her sword, leaning upon it, her tail swaying from side to side as she chuckled, "Really? You know...Everyone could see those explosions from here, put every single guard on high alert and had the merchants pissing themselves. You did that?"

Corvi couldn't help but feel a swell of pride while at the same time a bit of regret from having alerted so many, "Yes! Explosives and pyrotechnics are my expertise and I love flaunting it about! Though...Maybe I should have packed a bit less powder for the landslide...But uh, why do you care? Shouldn't you be either stabbing me or calling for the guard?"

The smile faded from Syrlla's lips, her paw reaching to take the flask from his belt gingerly and pop the cap off of it, "Ah, wait that stuff is my personal brew far too--" Before he could warn her, she took a deep pull of the stuff, not even shivering as she swallowed and let out a breath, handing it back to him before speaking, "Boredom. That is literally the only reason I have for keeping you here. I never intended on living in this little town. I always had my sights set on adventure and passion, but I could never find either. My father kept me close to home despite my job, and my arranged husband is a lazy but wealthy sailor, always off on his little boat to do nothing but sleep and trade, and here I am bored out of my mind in this peaceful little town...I owe you one for shaking things up a bit."

Corvi blinked, his eyes watching the loose lipped feline as she made her way to sit upon a chair next to a wooden table, hips swaying just a bit when she turned from him. She slapped the table then breaking him out of his thoughts and smiled, "C'mon...We can share while we chat right? I'm bored and you need a place to hide. This will be perfect...Or we could duel and you could hone your sword-work?"

Without hesitation he took a pull from his flask, the burning honey flavor doing well to calm his nerves as he sat next to her slamming the flask on the table. Even though he might as well have been a prisoner, he may as well enjoy a bit of company and booze while waiting for a chance to escape. Underneath lamplight upon the wall, Corvi sat with Syrlla, recounting all of his previous steals both failed and successful, his own eyes sparkling underneath the firelight as he remembered all the beautiful bits of chaos he had caused involving flame and powder. He had become so absorbed in sharing his drink and story with the feline that he had forgotten about his own situation. Fire and destruction always brought out a certain passion from him, his paws moving in every which way to gesture what he meant and how he felt about each of his little stories. He paused though, as Syrlla took the final pull of the flask, her sparkling eyes half lidded as she watched him, Corvi noticing that she had been purring the entire time and he could see a bit of pink beneath the darkened fur of her cheeks.

Feeling a bit warm from either the alcohol or the stares he received from the feline he cleared his throat and slid out of his seat the urgency of his situation dawning upon him, though the alcohol still dampened his nerves, "Well...I've spent enough time here. Perhaps I should be going."

Rather than get up right away, Syrlla turned her seat to face him fully, her legs spread wide to show that nothing covered her sensitive areas, "Guards don't usually come through my home...We have some time Corvi, besides. Your life sounds exciting, and I enjoy excitement, and tell me, why be a petty thief taking from simple merchants...When you could steal from kings?"

Corvi felt a lump in his throat as he backed away, his cheeks burning as he caught sight of her spread, "I...Don't think I have enough skill to work that out, besides that would a be bit too dangerous. I'd need more than just myself--"

"You'd need a partner?" She finished for him. Before he could say otherwise, she stood and touched his ear, her light brown furred paw soft against his charred fur and skin, "Ah...Say nothing more...Wouldn't it be great to have a strong swordsman on your side? Someone to fight the good fight with you? Of course as partners with a few benefits, a split of profit and so much more?"

Corvi blurted, "Benefits? Aren't you a married woman?" And a rather dangerous woman at that. He would rather not have someone encouraging him to steal from kings and queens, even if his loins were telling him to bring her along for the ride.

Swiftly her paw moved to grab onto his crotch, her eyes meeting his, their lips brushing for just one moment as she spoke, "All I've ever had were boring men my father believe will be good for me. I moved here in part to get away from him, and he followed me. Help me get out of this damn town and I will literally give you a king's head on a silver platter." She then dragged her tongue up to his good ear to whisper, "The fucking is just for fun."

Corvi shuddered in her grasp, a bulge already forming upon his trousers as he responded trying his best not to allow his loins to take over his thoughts, "I don't need the head of any king, but...I suppose having a partner around might not be too bad." Of course he lost that battle

Syrlla purred and nipped at his ear, her paw reaching through his trousers to grip at his cock and begin stroking it ever so gently, her other paw gripping at his chin to hold it steady while she moved her lips to capture his mouth. Corvi wasn't sure if it was the alcohol loosening his lips, but their tongues met there without much of a struggle, his own paws reaching to grip at her firm rear, a digit sliding its way between her legs to feel over the warmth of her cunt while the other paw trailed up her tail. As he felt over her sensitive flesh she purred, her stroking doubling and her kiss turning more passionate before she pulled her mouth away to breath out, "On the table sound fine to you?"

Corvi already found himself stripping from his clothes, drawing a giggle from Syrlla who backed away slowly onto the table to push herself onto it, her legs spread wide, her eyes half lidded and glowing in the firelit lamp. Once he was fully nude, careful with setting down his equipment he made his way to her, a firm touch upon his head leading him onto his knees before her cunt. If anything he was a gentlemen, and so he opened his mouth wide and brought his tongue against her slit, dragging it up while two of his digits spread her softly so he could get at her insides. Slowly he brought his tongue up and down, just at the surface for now, Syrlla purring and letting out little moans as her digits dug through the fur of his head, her claws scratching behind his ears occasionally. With his other paw he pushed a thumb against her clit after a bit of searching while digging his tongue further inside of her, his mind completely focused on the task before him and not the dangers that it presented. To hell with his thief's senses, there was a perfect steal right here, and she would make a fine addition to his collection if she so desired to stick around.

The cat upon the table moaned and purred, her eyes fluttered just a bit as he licked and felt across her cunt, her insides easily receiving the two digits that he gave her, her insides warm and wet already from all of the little bits of attention she was receiving. At the same time she wondered just how weasel tasted, to feel his cock inside of her mouth while he serviced her and so her mouth stretched out into a grin as she tossed aside her gown, lying back upon the table, her feet upon his shoulders as she called for his attention, "Hey! Thief boy...Let's see if this table can hold us up while you get your cock in my mouth."

Corvi blinked, bringing his head from between her legs to see her beckoning him, her tongue sticking out. While it would've been better to rush just a bit, he brought himself over her, his knees at the side of her head, his cock against her tongue and his own mouth returning to lick and love her pussy while his hands gripped at her thighs. He was a sucker for his vices, and certainly lust was one of them. Corvi grunted as he felt her rough and wet tongue brush across his cock, his body shuddering as he suddenly felt the entire length of his cock buried inside of Syrlla's mouth. At that point his hips couldn't help but start moving to thrust to her warm maw as his tongue worked diligently upon Syrlla's clit, his digits digging deep into her pussy as the two serviced one another there upon the sturdy table.

Syrlla's legs shook as she brought them up to wrap around Corvi's head, holding him firmly against her pussy as she trembled, feeling so very close. At the same time she brought his cock out of her mouth, her tongue dragging from the tip all the way up to his balls to suckle and wet each with her spittle, before her tongue dragged back down to the tip so she could bring the fill length of his cock in her mouth again. It had been so long since she had been properly pleased, properly satisfied with such a passionate individual's attentions that she thirsted for it, hungered for it, and barely realized that Corvi was clawing at her leg for a bit of air.

Corvi's clawing and struggling seemed to have no effect on the leg lock that held his muzzle and tongue firmly against her cunt. It was then that he realized that the only way he was going to get free of her leg hold was by making her cum, and so he doubled his efforts, tongue digging deep inside of her, digits working both her insides and clit as best as he could until he heard her mewl and squeal, her body shaking as her legs tightened even further, making it very difficult to breath until finally she weakened from her shivering orgasm and allowed him to pull his face from between her legs. Still she suckled and purred upon his cock and so he decided to pound down into her mouth, using his hips to thrust again and again into her mouth, his balls slapping against her cool nose every time, but she didn't seem to mind, instead she only moaned around his cock, her own digits moving to finger her twitching cunt, an act that brought Corvi over the edge as his cum poured out into her mouth. Corvi grunted, shutting his eyes tight as he clawed the table, his balls twitching upon her nose as his cock let loose a torrent of cum meant to impregnate a woman. Surprisingly, every single drop was swallowed, not a bit of his seed wasted as she drank down the thick stuff. When finally Corvi clambered off of the table, breathing out, his cock spent, he turned to see that Syrlla was sitting up on the table, one of her ears drooping, but her eyes still sharp and half lidded, staring him down with such hunger that he felt his cock bounce back to life slowly.

Without a word he moved to her, his mouth capturing hers, his fully erect cock pressing inside of her slowly as they shared and impassioned kiss, their mixed fluids mixed upon their tongues. At the same time her legs wrapped around his waist, his own arms wrapped around her body, tugging her close as he brought himself fully inside of her, thinking that she desired to be taken roughly and thoroughly. His guess was right, Syrlla groaned out and shivered, her toes curling as Corvi brought the full length of his cock inside of her. In reaction she brought her paws to grip at his head, her lips moving to his ears and in a heated tone she whispered, "As hard as you can manage Corvi."

Corvi didn't hesitate to thrust inside of the horny feline, didn't hesitate to try his hardest to break her in half, the table rocking and creaking underneath their passionate love making, those words urging him on into a frenzy. Every thrust brought a moan out of Syrlla, and every little noise she made only made Corvi move in faster, his cock twitching and throbbing desiring already to impregnate the feline he had just met, but he had to keep himself calm and had to remember to pull out, he couldn't have children, especially not if she was going to be his partner, but her legs refused to let him pull out. He should have stopped right there, told her to let go of him, but instead he dove in harder, groaning out to her ear, closing his eyes as he shuddered and pounded her pussy desperate for release. She in turn squeezed tighter, groaning out to his ear, "Yessssssss!"

Syrlla had desired such a dirty affair for so long, desired a man who wasn't powerful or well endowed, but a man with passion and a craze about him and Corvi was certainly that. She wouldn't marry him, and perhaps she would only come to love him eventually, but he was exactly what she needed, a mistake that maybe in the end would be permanent, perhaps even with the added risk of pregnancy which only brought on a shivering heat that traveled up her spine, and so she breathed out to his ear sweet nothings, encouraging him to cum inside of her, to drive that cock of his deeper and harder and never stop as her legs coiled tighter around him. She soon got her wish as he continued to thrust, not even bothering to pull away, her mouth planting soft kisses upon each of his ears and cheeks as she purred and clawed down his back. Eventually she felt her own orgasm coming in soon again, her inner walls tightening upon his warm cock. She had been barely able to swallow everything he had given her, and she had been surprised that such a tiny fellow could produce so much cum, and yet she hoped it would do just what it did to her stomach, fill her to no end and make her insides drown in that warm and thick sensation. As her own climax came, her sore insides twitched and clamped even tighter, her mouth opening to let out a loud moan, her body clenching tight around the weasel as he hissed and brought himself fully inside of her one last time, cum flowing like a river into her pussy and just as she had desired stuffing her. Every little twitch of his brought more thick ropes of cum that seemed to never end. She couldn't help herself, she had to bite upon his shoulder, had to dig her claws in deep enough to draw blood, and at the same time she shut her eyes and let out a muffled mewl.

Corvi winced, but said nothing as his own claws dug into her back. He let out a breath, their hips connected even as his orgasm died down. Without the lust clouding his mind he remembered that they had a place to be and remembered that he had just made a dire mistake, especially if she were to get pregnant. There was no time to think about mistakes made already and so he spoke quickly, "Syrlla...If you really want to come with me then I have a contact at the docks waiting with a boat...We should really be going n--"

He yelped as he felt her fangs dig deeper before she pulled her mouth away to lick at his lips, "Shush Corvi...I'll get you to the docks if you promise me more of this...And adventure."

Corvi cleared his throat, "I uh, I can definitely promise you more of this, but as for adventure I like to keep things s--"

A digit pressed against his lips and her eyes met his as she spoke, "Passion and adventure it is...Of course we aren't exclusive so don't get that wrong...Play your cards right and maybe you can collar me eventually, for now, I've got you collared. Especially since we might be seeing a precious litter of kittens and kits."

Corvi could only nod slowly as she finally unwrapped herself from him, his body sore from the biting and clawing, and his head pounding from the thought of children. He pulled away wondering if the gem he had stolen would be worth the trouble that a new partner would cause, but she couldn't be too bad. She was sure to take care of herself and if she did get pregnant well, he had enough estate back home to provide for her. Perhaps it wouldn't be all bad. As he dressed, his trousers halfway on he heard a loud knocking, panic rising. Syrlla without her clothing, cum dripping from between her legs simply went to answer the door behind the stairs. He could hear the conversation from where he got dressed.

"C-...C-commander!" Said a stuttering man's voice, "We heard yelling from here and there's a thief in the area."

Syrlla answered with a snort, "I was satisfying an itch. What I do in my own home is my private business...Whether or not my husband finds out I don't care, I've been meaning to break it off with him anyway."

The voice answered, "Uh, very good ma'am. Enjoy your day off!"

With that Syrlla slammed the door and returned to Corvi whose pants were still only half way up and she clapped her paws together, "Come on, come on, get dressed Corvi, we have a long way to go and I'd rather not have to kill my own men."

As she went up the stairs Corvi felt his heart sink. She could have killed him at any time or turned him in, because she was the knight commander of the guard. He had been playing with something far more dangerous than fire the entire time. He could only imagine who her father was. Turning off his thoughts he rushed to get dressed, making sure that the gem was still at his pouch. Once fully ready he turned to the stairs to see Syrlla stepping down wearing light leathers without sleeves, gloves covering her paws and a sheathed blade at her belt. She looked strikingly beautiful even garbed as a killer.

Syrlla smiled a bit as she noticed the thief staring at her with those wanting eyes, but for now that would have to wait, "Corvi, get your tongue back in your mouth. Is your contact reliable?"

Corvi cleared his throat, "Yes, he should be at the docks with his crew ready to set sail to another portion of the region at any time, they're skilled smugglers."

Syrlla brought a cloak over her shoulders, bringing the hood over her ears before tossing a spare towards Corvi, "This should make things a bit easier, but if not then I don't mind cutting our way to freedom...Oh and wait a moment."

As Corvi brought the cloak around him, hood and all, he stepped over to the stairs looking up just as a sheathed blade flew his way. With a gasp he caught the blade in paw and blinked, "I really did mean to offer you swordsmanship lessons. I don't think anyone under me, over me, or anywhere near me during travel should not know about a bit of direct combat, so I'll be your teacher." She said as she descended the steps to pass Corvi. With her paw on his shoulder she giggled, "Ready to leave?" Corvi looked from the sword to her before hooking it onto his belt, wondering just how much trouble this new partnership was going to be, his hope of a not so troublesome relationship fading away but he couldn't really complain. It was either this or getting caught by the guard.

Daylight was fading by the time they stepped outside, the guards were all still fluttering about, but with much less urgency as many of them had to organize teams to tend to the landslide and those armored rats were set to patrolling rather than militant searching. Corvi made sure to hide his tail underneath the cloak as to not show off the color of his fur just in case any of those rats would recognize him and began to lead the way to where he knew his contact would be waiting. Syrlla followed quietly behind him, and perhaps due to her size no one recognized her as the knight commander of the city, both were fairly short and surprisingly unassuming. Only occasionally would they receive odd attention from men and women behind stalls, fishmongers and the sort called out to them to buy and look at their goods, but other than that they blended perfectly with the night time crowd, that is, until Corvi bumped into a rat in armor still rubbing at his eyes and sniffling, "Hey! Watch where yer going!" Said the disgruntled rat wielding a pike.

Corvi mumbled, "M'apologies sir." His nerves were all over the place, the rat that he had gunked was right here and sounding none to pleased. Already underneath his cloak his paws reached to grab more of those pellets just in case. Especially now since he noticed as the rat turned around, that he had a friend standing right by in matching armor and weapon. Two on two, he could easily make an escape for them, and on second thought he was more worried about Syrlla murdering them both and drawing far too much attention.

The rat sniffed at the air and snorted, "Get a good laying tonight did ya little fellah? Well, lucky fucking you. I got some weasel bastards piss bombs in my eyes." As the pair tried to step past the disgruntled rat brought his pike to the side to block their path, the other rat simply staring them down as the mouthy rat continued to speak on, "Go on, tell us about it. I'm dying to know. Might as well improve my night if I at least get to hear about something positive. Was she good enough?"

Corvi felt his cheeks warm, his head turning to Syrlla for a moment before back to the rat, "Uh, it was...Great, really good. Now can we pass?" He hoped that his answer wouldn't get him in too much trouble with either the rat, or Syrlla whose eyes were boring into his back.

The rat's pike came dangerously close to his face as he spoke, "Good for you...But I'm looking for a weasel, and underneath the smell of cunt, I smell a weasel...So little buddy how about you show me your fa--"

Corvi felt terrible for doing it, but he brought his arms from underneath the cloak to toss another volley of peppered pellets into the rat's eyes. Again the rat hissed and shrieked, but before he could stab Corvi through the eyes, Syrlla was there to grip at the pike and drive the blunt end into the rat's nose, adding further injury to the poor knight's night. In a display of speed and skill Syrlla drew her blade and jammed it into the neck of the rat nearby bringing his pike up to strike, pulling it away to wipe it off on the floor before sheathing it as the rat collapsed on the floor, grasping at his throat. Though his eyes were tearing, they were wide and suddenly very glad that he was being collared by her rather than pursued. The shrieking and sudden cloud of gas attracted many eyes and so Corvi and Syrlla ran together, Syrlla coughing as she spoke and waved at the air, "What in the world was that Corvi?! My throat and eyes burn as if I've swallowed fire!"

Corvi snorted, "Pepper bombs. Easy to make, to carry around, and great to get someone off of you."

Syrlla coughed, waving a paw at the air in front of her, "Yes and well my eyes are burning now thanks to it even though you threw them at him."

Corvi shrugged, "At least you had time to hold your breath, but uh, so you're going to teach me how to do that?"

Syrlla rolled her eyes, "Corvi, I'm going to teach you more than exploiting weakness in plate...I'm going to teach you how to wield a sword and hold your own so those situations can be resolved without the use of that damnable gas."

The pair ran in silence afterwards, occasionally ducking around an alley to make sure they weren't be pursued. They could see that several guards were trying to get past the night crowd but were having a bit of difficulty with the more stubborn folk of the night, particularly the drunk. Corvi and Syrlla used this opportunity head for the docks, the boards beneath their feet creaking as they headed to the only ship with torch lit by the gangplank. The captain of the ship awaited them, a portly otter with a mug in hand. As he saw the two he greeted them with a happy wave, until he saw the look in Corvi's eyes. He called out for all hands to get working immediately and as soon as Corvi and Syrlla were on they began setting sail, but not before snuffing out every single light to blind both themselves and the rats pursuing. The rats upon the dock cursed, their eyes still sore from the pepper gas.

Down in the captain's Quarters the captain himself sat at his desk and snorted, "So...You arrive late, and you arrive at all because you found yourself an errant knight cat to follow you around?"

Corvi shrugged looking to Syralla's hooded form before looking back at his friend, "She wanted adventure and I figured back home in Cret it would be perfect...That and she made a convincing argument." That little comment pulled a smile from his feline partner.

The captain slammed his webbed hand upon the table, "And you said you'd be the only passenger and that there wouldn't be trouble."

The chubby otter's complaints were silenced as Syrlla pulled back her hood and she set a bag of coin upon his desk, "Will this cover my costs? I can work too. I've lived here long enough to learn just a little bit of what it means to work a ship."

The captain's eyes widened as he realized who the errant knight was and he cleared his throat, "Yes...That will be enough and no, the trip will be short just...Just concentrate on resting. My crew can handle things even in the dark...Just...Forgive the rudeness."

When the pair exited the captain's cabin and made their way to their given room Corvi had to ask, "Are you famous around here or something?"

Syrlla smirked just a bit, "More so the fact that my father is. My father leads a mercenary company called the Sickle Claws. He always wanted to keep me away from the business while I wanted to inherit it. He married me off to a boring sailor, so I got myself a job as the town's knight-commander. He then made himself a nice little center of operation in town just to keep everything safe for his princess. Don't worry though, he shouldn't be able to follow us."

As Syrlla sat on the cot to begin disrobing, Corvi's tail drooped, his eyes wide. He had just partnered up with the daughter of a powerful mercenary troupe leader. If her father caught wind of it then he'd be dead, and not only that he still had to be concerned about her desire to rob kings and her constant thirst for adventure and danger. His thoughts were interrupted as he looked to the cot where a now nude feline lie, her eyes on his, "We can share if you want Corvi...I don't mind being the little spoon here..." she said as she turned to give her slender back to him.

Curse his loins, curse his lack of foresight, and most of all curse the fact that he was going to be putty in her claws until the day she was bored of his white fuzzy tail. With a sigh he disrobed and set his equipment to the side next to hers and got in the cot with her, their tails curling around one another, his eyes shutting as he hugged onto her. At least the ride home would be pleasant enough, "Oh, and early in the morning we'll start a bit of fencing practice." With a sigh he pressed his nose to the back of her neck, pleasant enough.