Conquest Horizon

After a moment of Kan explaining to Phobia of Hernos, that they are stiff, strong-willed and utterly priding people-- to the point they were more stubborn than Minotaurs whenever Family Honor comes into question...to the point they fight over the very insulting of that honor.

However when he made mention of her costing 20 gold shillings ...it made Kan snap. “WHAT!? YOU WASTED 20 GOLD SHILLINGS ON A HERNO!?” Phobia had his hands over his ears, gritting teeth from the sudden shout as she ranted. “Oh great, just great! Thats a big dent on the budget as it is, way to go Phobia! Way to fucking go!”

“Oh come on! I thought it was a steal! She’s a cryomancer!” argue the stripe as she waved it off with a hoof.

“Yes, yes, focused cryomancy through a weapon, very impressive.” sarcasm dripping in her tone as he raise a finger to corrected.

“She doesn’t have a weapon, but pure magic of it.” which made her pause as she looked to him and asked.

“Magic? As in external magic?” seeing him nod as she hum a bit. “Interesting...Herno aren’t known for external magic...always needing a medium like a blade, or a staff...even a fan...but none? Well...that's rare…” then furrowed her brows as she said. “But...what sort of hierarchy her family plays in her Clan? If shes a mage..”

“What does hierarchy play into this?” question Sieg, as he had sound-proof muffle earpads when she shouted earlier, while Kan explained to the two-- three counting Scrappy.

“Henro hierarchy follows a very clear line of ruling. A clan head is like a King of sorts to their kin, and a few clan heads that act as very trusting advisors and often the main nobility of the Clan as a whole. The more honor one family has? Either gained by honor made fight, combat prowess, deeds, or aiding of other higher nobility and royalty? All reflect on a Clan head position. The main head of the Clan? Got the highest honor, and those under him has a measure of that same honor-- but lesser. The more honor those lot get? The more weigh their words and advice can sway the Main head….” thinking more as she said.

“If this cat has external magic? She's not just rare...but potentially stronger among her kin….” then soon flatly told to Phobia. “And you just fucked it up by revealing what you are, as since she’s probably really important to the Clan-- mostly due to her kids may have the same gift-- but if her parents got it? She’s a daughter to one of these heads...and you just blatantly told this daughter-- who might tell her clan some day in the future-- that you. Are. To. Be. Dealt. With.” taking a deep breath in as Scrappy added.

“She also knows who Ash is.” gaining looks as he told on. “She didn’t say it. But her expression stated she knew her. A potential friend...and a lead of sorts...the only problem is that she is like a cat. An utter bitchy cat.” (done)

This was conflicting. It was good, because they now had a lead. Bad, because Najat was a problem. From the sounds of it, Najat would be too stubborn to do anything, Kan knew how bad the Herno were when it came to talking. If they didn’t want to talk, they would enforce the minotaur philosophy of Nun Ya and keep their mouth shut. If only they could just order her, or if only Najat was actually trained to be fully obedient-- granted such a notion was completely ridiculous! (end)

“Why not order her to give you such information?” asked Sieg as he went on. “If you order her, Herr Phobia, she will confess.”

Before Phobia spoke, Kan snort. “As if, slave or not, she's stubborn like a cat. Too prideful in their honor to just speak.”

Although Phobia corrected her. “Well...not exactly. Najat can’t do anything against my orders, she literally has to do what I say.” this made Kan turn her head...and soon question.

“And why in the hellspit you didn’t push answers from her, WHY!?” to which Scrappy inform.

“Phobia was about to kill her in his ‘stress’.”

Kan grumble and rub her forehead as she muttered. “I’m surrounded by idiots.” as she pointed to Phobia and said. “Go and get everything you know, on Ash. On where she might be, and potentially her hierarchy-- hells bells, I’ll go with you so you won’t forget those questions!” Phobia rolled his eyes,but asked to Sieg.

“Did you hear anything from Book with finding her village folk?”

“No Herr Phobia. None. I believe any records of it was simply lost, misplaced, or stolen. I suggest we head to her village, see if it’s repaired at this point.” Getting the stripe hum and nod as he asked to Scrappy.

“Did Nowa came back yet?”

“Yes, she is currently in her new room, counting out her earnings from the deliveries and looking over a few things she purchase. I requested on knowing what those cargos held out of curiosity, she told that it didn’t matter now, since they are gone. Annoying.” Phobia pat the robotic-wolf head as he sighed and got up.

“We’ll stay here for a few more days-- mostly to see what else we can gain, after that? Hopefully we’ll have a lead.” walking out of the room as Kan follow, knowing that she might be needed as the two were walking to the felines room-- but Kan did dryly remarked.

“Still, a waste you made with 20 gold shillings...we need those bounties filled up and more money. You better not waste again, otherwise I’m making sure you can’t have kids.”

Snorting, Phobia told. “Uhuh, if you weren't such a bitch, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“If you weren’t such an idiot, I wouldn’t have belittle you.” snapback Kansas Phobia scoff.

“If you weren’t belittling, then I wouldn’t try to piss you off.”

“You’re an idiot, it's in your nature to piss me off.” dryly said Kan as they came to Najat door as Phobia spoke.

“Najat, open the door, I need to ask you.” (done)

It didn’t take too long of a moment for the door open, and for Najat to look a little displeased. With some slight hottiness still in her voice and having a near dignified air as she stood even in demeaning rags, she asked, “yes, what is it...Master?” Grinding the last bit out as if she didn’t want to say it. (end)

“What is your family position in your Clan, how do you know Ash, and do you know where Ash is going?” spoke Phobia. (done)

Gripping the doorknob, Kan was the only one aware of the very subtle and light flare of magic being used on Najat’s person. The battle of wills in her icy eyes flashed before the demoness that watched as the magic forced the prideful feline to speak against her will. “I-I am Heiress to the Clan Kumma, next in line to take my Fathers place. Ash is my Best friend. I do not know where she is.” (end)

“an heiress?” hum Kan as she nodded her head. “Very high...seem that pay of 20 gold shillings became worth it...you are forgiven this time Phobia.” then examine the collar as she said. “Odd for a collar like this made...must be tailored to you since you can use magic.” then asked. “How much do you know of Ash and Tyra?” Phobia then added.

“Answer her question, Najat.” (Done)

With a slight flinch to his added words, Najat spilled out easily. “I know Ash came back to my Clan and was to be placed to death after finding her to have been Demon Marked and soon escaped, making her exile from my Clan. I know she’s been on the run and I feel she is innocent for this stain of honor on her family name, or what little it has. I know nothing much of the demon Tyra, only that she must be the one responsible for placing marks on Ash who didn’t deserve such a fate.” (end)

“Oh you’re right on that, Tyra force the runes on her and Ash is innocent of the honor stains.” agreed Kan as she asked. “Whats her family position in the clan before the ‘shame’ that was made?”

“Answer her.” added Phobia. (done)

Clenching her jaw, Najat shook her head, but spoke to answer. “Lowest of the Clan. Her mother brought herself and Ash, her daughter, to our clan. They were… Exiles to their former clan for her mother’s… husband’s dishonoring them. He betrayed the clan, and killed him for the treachery. They were Exiled for the shame they brought on the clan. Ash’s Mother was allowed to live… to care for Ash.” A slight resistance showing, but nowhere near enough to stop the tailored magic of the Collar. (End)

Eyes narrowing, Kan demanded. “What magic does Ash use?” as Phobia added.

“Answer her and also how strong was she with her magic?” (done)

With a sharp breath, Najat answered once again, “She was skilled with a staff. Her family technique had advanced skills in it. She was… fascinated with gemstones and learnt… arts of Geomancy with a staff to channel… that magic. I.. don’t know how strong she is now, but she… helped teach me whenever I.. had trouble sometimes…” (End)

“That would explain how she got those gems...interesting.” said Kan as she looked at Najat. “It’s rather interesting that an Heiress got herself caught...you know, you should consider yourself lucky in a twisted sense. Sure you’re on a ship with Phobia here...but you would probably be in a worse position with some of the lowlives in this city.” seeing the icy glare the feline gave at her as she scoff.

“Yeah, you know I’m right.” then asked. “Can you still use your magic, or at least try to with the collar on?”

“Answer.” said Phobia. (done)

With flattened ears, Najat seemed less stubborn when she told, “no. The Collar takes enough to drain me and to seal my own magic away all the same.” (End)

Humming, she said. “So the only real defense you have is martial art skills...but is helpless to Phobia with his orders…” then thought… and gained a wicked idea. “Oh Phobia~, why not make her your new bodyguard?”

“Uh...what?” said Phobia as Kan grin wider.

“That's right! You new bodyguard! With her skills as a warrior, her reflexes still honed-- and obey any order you give? Well, she can easily be you new bodyguard to guard you no matter where you go!” (done)

Najat seemed to give a slightly more chilling glare, fae becoming even more exempt of emotion towards the mare. It was clear she was detesful of the idea, but knew that in a way, she couldn’t stop it from happening. Or really stop anything from happening to her. Because in all reality, Phobia knew that he could tell the feline to be his bodyguard, or his servant-- pretty much whatever he wanted… (End)

Making her my servant might be nice...but annoying with the cold glare,....like really annoying. Bodyguard….that fits more thinking it over, it might be better...especially more since he could still use her...at least for a while. He soon said. “alright...Najat? From now on? You’re my new bodyguard. You go where I go, you protect me with all you are able to do, and make sure that nothing harms me.”

“And make sure you stay out of restrictive areas and not touch a single thing within our rooms.” added Kan as Phobia nodded.

“Yeah that too.” then look to Kan as he asked. “Think you can get her new threads for armor or something?”

Kan hum and said with a satisfied smirk. “Oh...I think I can whip something up. A nice blue and black armor for her...tight too to show off those curves.” (done)

Najate gave a slightly more heated glare to this, but still responded with some detest, “Of course...Master…” And while her being a servant would be annoying with her glaring… the idea of some tight clothes over her body was just appealing to think over. Maybe something more… it was a very tempting thought, seeing as she couldn’t say no, no matter what. (End)

Looking at the collar...he soon added. “Also you’re wearing a bell collar on you.” Kan raises a brow at him, as she noticed the gripping of her fist and a slight twitch of Najat’s eye as the demoness thought...and giggle in deviousness.

“Oh~, maybe let her act like an adorable kitty cat whenever you pet her~?” (done)

With a hissing, Najat started, “I will never--” though Phobia was just tempted to try this with an order and find out just how far the collar worked. (End)

“Do it Najat.” order Phobia, as the temptation was strong as he moves a hand up to pet her head. As her slight scowl and resistance turned to that of a cat as she gives a slight moan of pleasure and mewling while leaning into the petting and scratching of her ear. When he pulled away from her head, Kan did her best to resist laughing as Najat look pretty furious.

Phobia thought...and grinned as he rubbed the Herno stomach a bit as she let out a mewl and squirm as if wanting to move away. Though unable to as she's biting her lip, but still giggling as Phobia detected ticklish spots-- and began tickling there. Hearing her laughing, unable to push him away despite her arms trying to move to do just that as he asked. “Whos a good kitty?” moving a hand under her chin to scratch. (Done)

Slipping lower and lower to the floor, having trouble standing from the tickles alone, Najat couldn’t stop herself from slightly pouring when her chin was slightly scratched. In her head, she felt so humiliated at this, and felt a new sense of loathing at the two at the moment. Oh what she would maybe do to stop this! Though, when she landed on the ground sitting in a kneel, she continued to mixedly laugh and purr all the same, not able to stop Phobia. (End)

Phobia stopped tickling her, as he kept rubbing and scratching under her chin as he scratches a bit on her spine as he asked with a wide grin. “Whos a good kitty cat?” as there was a purring from the chin scratch, but giving a slight mewl at being massaged at her back and making her arc her back with a slight moan. Her chest perking out and reminding him of said chest…

He was honestly tempted to touch it. To the point he consider on grabbing it for a feel. Granted a part of him debated on doing it...but decided to let his prostec hand move to scratch at the base of her tail as the other hand gave a quick squeeze of her breast. Hearing her give a mewl of pleasure, slightly move her rear to get more attention and arc her back more to hold out her chest at his feel. Giving another squeeze of the chest as Kan tease as Najat moan and arcs backwards a touch more.

“How does it feel to be a good little kitty cat, Najat?” (done)

There was a mixed reaction to that, as the feline was seemingly too busy mewling and moaning in pleasure while also slightly clenching her hands that slightly rested on the floor. Her balance was a little troublesome as it was, and the female was slightly sliding a bit lower to the floor because of it. Kan was sure that Najat might slip and land on her back at some point if Phobia keeps this up… not that she wanted it to end-- Kan was getting a lot of amusement out of this. (End)

“Say Phobia, why not let her rest on your lap like a cat?” suggest Kan as she added with a smirk. “Maybe at the captain chair for all to see?” it made the stripe thought for a brief moment...and said.

“Naw...it’ll ruin the mood.” then told. “When we leave-- then I’ll do it. More dramatic.” as he then told. “Najat, lay on my lap, it’ll be more comfy.” sitting down cross leg as a means to allow the Herno to lay down. (Done)

Free from the hands for a moment, Najat slightly puffed and panted to herself with a slightly showing blush before she flicked an ear at his order. With tightly pressed lips, she ground out, “Yes Master.” Moving and straightening himself before playing down and placing a fair portion of herself in his lap. (End)

Phobia hands began scratching at her head, right behind her ear as the other hand began to scratch at spine once more as the stripe could hear the slight purrings, the arcing of her back as mewls escape from her. He also slightly enjoyed the body heat that was on his lap, it was...pleasant, also a bit arousing as he kept scratching and moving the fingers on both ear and spine as Kan held a shit-eating smirk.

Seeing the herno being putty in the idiot hands, and can’t do a single thing about it. It was honestly the most enjoyable thing she ever seen so far. As after a minute or two, Phobia told. “Alright Najat, you can get off of my lap now.” stopping his scratches as she gets off in a bolting speed the moment the order was given. Her arms over her chest protectively and glaring at him with a truly furious gaze.

Chuckling as he got on his feet as Phobia reminded. “Hey, it could’ve been a lot worse~.” then said with a wide grin. “I’ll see you later Najat, take care.”

As he turned to walk off, Kan added as the door slams shut. “That was amusing.” trotting by him as she chuckles. “20 gold shillings so worth it…” then added flatly. “But the next time you get a slave? Get one more cheaper. Otherwise I’ll kick you off the ship.”

“Do we even have enough shillings? Because I don’t think we do.” remarked Phobia as Kan thought and confirm.

“Technically we do...but I don’t want you to spend it all.”

So in a way, she’s saying we have enough for one...but can’t overbuy it...ah taking context out of words. Gotta love them. thought the Stripe as Kan added in amusement.

“And I’ll be sure to get that suit and bell for her...just make sure you order her to wear it.” although she went on to business. “Now, I’m pretty sure we could gather a few bounties, maybe steal from the local filth. Might get us a small portion of profit.” humming as she said. “A shame we don’t know where Ash is...but I’m certain you’ll find her,” dryly saying. “You always seem stupidly lucky every now and then.”

Phobia grin wide as he said. “I’ll take that as a complement.” all he heard was a ‘humph’ and Kan trotting off as Phobia thought. Hrm..get a slave to rub in Kan nose again, or look around for more bounties and steal from others? thinking over as they had a few more days in port here before leaving when the locals find out they didn’t pay their landing payment as he thought with a wide grin.

Why not both? And this time I’ll be a bit more picky-- no need to get someone like Najat...even if it is funny. then called out. “Scrappy, we’re going out!” waiting for a brief second as the mechanical wolf rush by his creator side as Scrappy asked.

“The reason we are going out so soon, Phobia?”

“Stealing, finding bounties...rubbing Kan nose again with a potential other slave-- just a precaution.” Scrappy crunch the numbers as he nodded and request.

“Please allow me to scan them before you buy them. Just in case they may be like Najat.” the stripe hum some as he nod and shrug.

“Eh, why not? Who knows, if there's not a chance to go to a auction-- at least we can see who we can steal and grab some bounties along the way.” the mechanical wolf nodded, as the two headed to Phobia room, mostly to grab the stripe gear once more before heading out into the slime-pit known as Gruganda once more.

(done)

Trying to take or steal things was almost a bit tricky. People were pretty sharp on pickpockets and you had to be just as keen to make sure your own pocket didn’t get picked. There was opportunity though, the city was pretty lawless the more time the group spent in the city. It was in a near state of anarchy with its Sultain not seeming to care too much on what was going on-- as long as it did not subvert his power in any way.

As long as the thieves, the murders, the slavers, pirates and the mercenaries kept out of his way and maybe did some jobs for him? Then they were near free to do what they liked. And in turn, others were pretty free to do what they wanted. The only time that ‘stealing’ was a bad idea, if it involved the Sultan of Gruganda.

Thankfully, that was a bit easy to do. Just keep away from the people with patches of ten poppy flowers surrounded by thorn-style embroiderment. Keep clear of the Sultans ‘enforcers’ and their work? And you were pretty set. There was a possible chance they might be able to leave without paying a landing fee because it’s possible the people at the dock they were at won’t care or stop them. Why should they? They had a whole city giving them money.

Besides the slaves or food and clothes to gain, there was a good and fair number of goods and materials to also be had-- along with a board full of bounties. It was hard to count them all really, though not all paid as much as they could… unless it was for the head of someone that bothered a Sultan. Those could pay pretty well.

Phobia at the moment was toying over what he should do next while walking the dirty streets. He figured they should maybe leave tomorrow, possibly the day after. Though the question of Nowa staying or not was still in mind. So far she hadn’t made any attempts to leave…. But at the same time she didn’t say she would stay. (end)

It's too early to confirm if she’s staying or not...maybe confirm if she’s trying to learn everything she can before she uses the information of my ship? he considers that could be the case...but Scrappy brought up some good points that it would be in Nowa best interest to stay with them-- mostly in having a stable job. As well as the fact who could she sold the information too? Sure slavers, pirates and the likes around here...but she seems to be smart. Even if it's not the same smartness of his intellect.

Overall, part of him felt that she might stay, mostly because she seems committed...but would she still be committed once she learns of his plans?

She might actually leave...and while that will be annoying since she was rather useful, it was a chance for her to make her choice. Hrm...maybe I can use her knowledge and make a golem captain to fly for me. thought the stripe as he idly glance around, feeling the urge to start grabbing everything off the ground, as this city was a goldmine a stripe in terms of scraps and trash to grab.

However he resist that urge, mostly because he didn’t had anything to carry it all with him. Glancing to his mechanical wolf, the Stripe flick an ear as he thought. Eh, I might stop by one of the auctions-- maybe I’ll see something I’ll like and might get before heading back although that was a stretch, as this time he would need to be a bit more picky in spending-- mostly because Kan would bust his balls for ‘wasting’ on another mouth to feed. (done)

Turning at the next corner and making a path to where he felt the auction was, the striped and his golem both began to take some of the higher routes of the city. Made of slightly rickaty, but still stable wood. Off to his left, he could see the few docs of the city, this one being another unofficial one ran by the locals but not guarded by the Sultan. For the most part, it was a place slavers and pirates seemed to just stop for a quick pit stop before leaving. Ships were always coming and going.

While they took this high route, Scrappy kept his optics sharp for possible dangers. And while it wasn’t a direct danger, what he spotted did garner attention. Just some stories below their position, he could make out Nowa’s person at the entrance of some dock’s, and talking to a griffon. The two seemed to be arguing-- but after a while she seemed to make him relent in a way that made her smugly grin. (end)

Zooming close, Scrappy spoke lowly. “Phobia, look.” the stripe glance to see Nowa as he hums a bit, as he remarked lowly.

“Well, well...wonder what got her smugly grinning…” then grin wide and said. “Let's find out.” the two moving to a place for him to carry Scrappy and come down to the ground streets, granted he had to go slow to not break his feet bones. Or alert the two as soon as they came down on the ground, he let go of Scrappy and the two walked casually to not cause alarm-- or potential suspicion if this turned out wrong. (done)

It took a bit of navigating to get close enough, but once in hearing range, they could hear the griffin say, “you sure this stuff is just going bad?” Going on to tell while suspiciously eyeing the mare. “It’s not easy to come by…”

“Oh I’m sure.” Told Nowa with a little wave of her hoof. “Look, I’m buying, aren't I? If I be taking this off your talons, you get to have more cargo space fer the ship, ain’t that right?” Then jokes, “maybe pillage some old rock of something useful like gold-- I heard there was a pretty big deposit of it someplace south with only a little primitive tribe guarding it. Finding it is tricky, but I’m sure you boys could handle it.”

Talon up and holding what was supposedly a map, the griffon pressed, “and you’re sure it’s here?”

“I’d bet 30 gold shillings.” Smiled Nowa confidently. “I can’t, don’t have the ship or crew really. IT would be pointless for me to go alone.” Then chuckled, “but those crates you got? I can use them-- even if they’re going stale. We got a deal, Halvu?”

Working his beak, the bird scoffed and rolled up the map while waving it at her, “if this is a bust, we’re comin’ for that ass of yours, bitch.”

Smirking, Nowa told, “if it’s a ride ya askin’ fer, sorry but I ain’t an easy girl to have.” Then told with a head held high, “just take those crates to the east side of the city, next to Dockin’ bay 33-A. I’ll be handling it from there.” Making the griffon snort and turn around to leave, shouting something to his crew.

Having a smug smile, Nowa turned and began to trot away, while both Scrappy and Phobia realized that the place she had the crates sent were next to the docking area they were in, being 34-A. 33-A was apparently closed for repairs due to an accident. (End)

“A captain and a swindler...And someone who knows a few things...like a gold deposit.” said Phobia with a smirk as he said to Scrappy with slight suspicion. “Any chances she’ll betray us?”

Calculating it as Scrappy spoke. “50% probability she will. However another 50% suggest she is pulling the wool for those around here, possibly neglecting to tell them of our ship position due to mistrust of them-- and keeping our ship hidden.” then added. “It is too soon to say with so limited data.”

Humming some, Phobia debated on either trailing her...or continuing on with his sights for the auctions. Granted there was opportunity at the auction...but part of him was curious of Nowa as well as it would be hard to trail after her-- especially in a place where he had to keep up his guard. However...he also know where she was heading as he said. “Lets go where she’s heading...maybe find out what she barter for.”

The mechanical wolf nodded, as he felt his creator grabbing him, as the stripe was climbing upwards to the roofs for easier travel time, and less chances of getting jumped (done)

Heading back for the ship, the plan was to simply wait for her to appear near the docks. And while traveling by roof could have been smoother, they did reach them before she did. When she reached the docs and spotted him, Nowa gained a large smile and said, “Phobia, just the captain I be looking for!” Trotting right up while she told, “you would not believe the lucky break I just made, a deal that was a sure big steal.”

Slightly inching forwards, she asked with a bit of a charming flutter of her eyes, “you wouldn’t be too against doing’ a bit of trade, are ya? Got a big ol’ shipping of spices that’ll fetch a hefty good price in a little city I be happenin’ to know.” (end)

Giving a raise brow and cross arms, he said. “Spices eh?” then look to Scrappy as he asked. “Wasn’t they suppose to be, what was their term?” as Scrappy open his jaw and activated a recording of the same conversation with Nowa voice coming out.

“but those crates you got? I can use them-- even if they’re going stale. We got a deal, Halvu?” as the recording was cut as Phobia was having a large grin as he asked in amusement.

“Now normally I wouldn't bother with you swindling from others-- but I gotta ask, your not planning on swindling little old me, are you?” (done)

With a little fake gasp, Nowa placed a hoof to herself and said, “swindle you? After everything we’ve been through?” Then dropped her little drama to tell, “The spice’s are in the crates, ya hairbrain.” Then rolled her eyes, “an’ trailin’ me around? Shouldn’t I be the one askin’ if you’re gonna be up to somthin’?” (end)

“Technically, we only started trailing you. We spotted you by chance while in the city.” corrected Scrappy as the mechanical wolf spoke on. “As for shipping spices for a price? 10% of the cut from what you trade, Nowa.” (done)

Smiling, Nowa said, “10% cut?” Then asked, “for yourselves, right?” (end)

“Can’t keep getting money from bounties or stealing from others.” said Phobia with a grin as he said. “Beside, as long as you keep swindling and making deals to others while you’re using my ship to make trade movements-- I figure a small cut on the inflow you get will be fair enough. After all, it's my fuel you’re using to make those trips in the first place.” (done)

Thinking on it, Nowa smiled and told, “alright, 10% to you.” Smiling widely, “expect those crates to get here in… I’d say a half hour. Wait for the boyo’s to leave an’ yer free to tak’em into the ships bay!” about to trot on past, though Scrappy got in the way and Phobia decided to ask about the other thing she mentioned to the griffon. (End)

“What about that gold deposit with that tribal village you mention? Was that actually real or something to entice his greed to swindle his cargo?” asked the stripe. (Done)

Looking to him, Nowa nodded, “oh it be real alright.” Slightly sitting to convey with a moving hoof, “mounds of gold, next t’ untouched.” Leaning towards him to go on, “ya could get pretty rich off the mound of gold the place has in its rocks.” (end)

“You know...technically you wouldn’t be lying to that griffon.” said the stripe as there was a knowing grin on his face. “After all, the last you recall, it was there. And you didn’t mention anything about me and my crew with one of the few fastest ships to go on ahead of him and his crew.” (done)

Waving a hoof, Nowa said, “oh, ya don’t want it, trust me.” Taking a moment to dart her eyes around and lowly tell him with a raised hoof to help hide what she was saying. “That tribe? It be a tribe o’ gnolls. Nasty bunch they be.” Then waved off with a more relaxed posture, “too much trouble, I be sayin’.” (end)

“....Gnolls?” asked Phobia with a slight happy tone in his voice, and widder toothy smile. “Well, thank you for the warning...I might...come by if the opportunity comes and that captain wears out those mongols for me.” (done)

That made Nowa bark out in laughter and keep laughing on. Though when she noticed that Phobia wasn’t joking, she calmed and asked, “ya serious?” Slightly losing her smile before telling, “this ain’t a dinky little place, Phob’s. They know they got gold, an’ they let pirates or small slaver fleets come right fer ‘em.” Telling lowly, “place is basically a trap.” (End)

“Hrmm, so they’re experienced…” humming a bit as he said. “I might need to develop new golems to test out-- maybe see how they fare against experience warriors later on.” mumbling a bit as he wave a hand. “In any case, I’ll be sure to let the lackies to pick up the supplies within a half an hour, and be ready to take off tomorrow-- I have some business here to do still..” then soon asked.

“Still considering on either leaving or staying with my crew, Nowa?” (done)

She seemed to stare for a moment before shrugging, “I’m thinkin’ on it.” Then told with a pointed hoof, “but I think ya better reconsider on messin’ with that place I told ya of.” Going on to motion to the city, “way I see it? Either we put a lot of work and stuff into getting rich quick, or we put less work an’ stuff into selling stuff to get rich just as quick.”

Using the same hoof to tap her head, Nowa told, “ya want to keep getting shillings? Best be doin’ the smart thing. An’ fer a ship the size you got? Ya be needing a good haul of it as much as possible.” (End)

Scrappy calculated as he analyze the data, and the databanks of gnolls he gather before Phobia exiled as he soon spoke. “There is logic in Nowa words. As of now our forces are unable to fully combat against the gnoll village. Even less due to lack of experience fighting in ground to ground combat. While the forces we have are substance, we require more to craft more forces, and make new types of golems to be more efficient in fighting in long term battles.

“We also need a large amount of income, income we are currently lacking as of now. It is best to keep on the side lines, gaining coniange through various means before fighting against this village, or against stronger forces until we have a sustant amount of income and forces to be in full efficiency.”

Phobia pause as he consider that, thinking a bit as while he wanted to go out and test his golems for their fighting uses-- Scrappy was right. Sure they were strong...but gnolls were stronger than most. His forces would get decimated fast...thinking more as he let out a low grumble and told.

“Fine, I’ll put that plan on hold...but I’m still going to make new golems, Scrappy.”

Blinking his optics, Scrappy nodded as he look to Nowa and informed. “We will bring the grunt golems soon to carry the cargo and will leave within tomorrow-- unless you will swindle other's for their cargo within the needed days?” (done)

“Oh no, Scraps.” Told the mare with a shaking head. “Best we set sail soon as can. Once the lot in this dump figure out what I’m bringin’ on the ship? I’d rather leave before one of them tries somthin’.” (End)

Nodding, Scrappy look to his creator as he said. “Phobia, let us resume our business, so that way we will be able to plot our course to this next city for further opportunity.”

“Yeah, yeah….” but the stripe did pat the golem head as he walked on, as Scrappy soon added to Nowa.

“What are the values of these spices? They seem rather important to that griffin.” (done)

Humming in a whimsical manner, Nowa told, “let’s just say they be somthin’ of a rarity in Arabia and leave it at that fer now.” Turning and trotting off for the ship to no doubt make sure there was proper spacing for the new cargo to be had. (End)

Scrappy was looking through his databanks, moving up by Phobia side as the mechanical wolf was feeling...frustrated? At the lack of information given, yes he knew it was something of a rarity...but part of him was wanting to know of the knowledge, so he could figure out if later down the line if this little swindling operation Nowa has will bite them in the ass or not.

However, a part of him consider that he could ask of Kan, due to her long life and know many things of business and rarities. Perhaps she would know a thing? But for now? Walking by his creator side in finding more opportunity, and going to an auction site-- mostly to assist his creator in making a better choice of fulfilling the stripes needs once more. But the calculations of that probability happening was rather low, due to the setting of time and knowing most of the ‘best picks’ were probably sold out.

However on the other hand, the Stripe could save money with getting cheap ones...but the mechanical wolf also calculated that if they come tomorrow, or leave to this other city, other choices will reveal themselves to his creator. After all, everything can be gained in the long run, one must be patient to find opportunity.

(done)

Engine humming their gentle lull was like a musical tune for Phobia to listen to while working. While there was nothing more to get at the city, sadly enough, the fact that he had some cargo that would bring in a haul was nice to know. Though the pricing was unknown to him until Kan had an idea of what was in the crates. Not that Nowa made it easy. All she said was that they were ‘spices’ and that was it.

The pony was pretty touchy on the cargo, just like last time.

At the moment they were heading for a smaller town that was out in the desert, a pitstop to sell the first crate to the locals for top-notch price as Nowa told. Again, she did not define the ‘price’ it would be. Only that it would be hefty.

On a side note, he was partially enjoying his eye candy that was Najat whilst he worked away on a new project to improve his golems. For the most part, the Herno was in a fairly tight bodysuit that did just as Kan promised-- hug her body to show those curves. And were they ever highlighted. There was some armor, though only enough for protection. Some was left off, probably just for his own enjoyment to ogle her from a distance.

Something he was sure Najat was very aware of with how she would sometimes exude this aura of cold and very often give him the cold shoulder while upturning her nose away from him. Besides the armor, Najat wasn’t given anything else really. At the moment, not many trusted her with a weapon-- and oe order for a demonstration of battle capacity on a golem only showed she was more than effective to possibly kill a person in a few strong jabs of her hands-- maybe one punch if landed right by Sieg’s own observation.

In short, she held the capacity to kill without her magic or without weapons. (end)

Meaning he was really glad Kan suggested the feline would be his bodyguard, and gave those specific orders in the precaution if she tries anything funny-- like stealing his things. Granted she hasn’t shown much interest in his blueprints though, something he was glad for. As he was working on a new blueprint, he gave another glance to her, as he was half tempted to order her to come here for him to pet and hear that bell on her collar to jingle.

But resist, mostly due to him crafting an idea of a new golem-- or one in the works. It was difficult to say what he wanted...but he had something worked up in his mind. Looking at the various parts of his other golems blueprints as he thought. Stronger armor? They’re already made of steel. Better efficiency? They got regenerating runic on their core to repair themselves on the battlefield! What to make them utterly good at besides following orders and having a relentless drive?

Glancing to Najat, an idea came as he order. “Najat, what would you consider to be a terrifying enemy to face on the battlefield?” (done)

Head turning and attention on him, Najat wanted to grit her teeth, but still spoke her mind on the idea. “To face a large hoard armed with ships and cannons. To be unable to cause harm as they sweep over any in their path. Unable to stop them from taking what they please, be it the secret’s of the Clan, to enslave the many for their army or to rape the women even as they plead. I would fear it all the more if it was made by the hands of demons that wish to twist our immortal souls to their vile wants.” (End)

“Eh not much in the soul buisness...oh that gave me an idea, a potential soul in a golem commander to bind and make them serve! Oh that could work...buuuut I don’t have the exact idea for it, so put it on the shelf.” tossing the said idea in his mind as he went on. “But unable to cause harm...hrm, stronger metal for the golems...maybe mithril? Hrm, too expensive. Maybe a mixture of it and with steel? Oh maybe try to craft new metal?” then frown as he grumble.

“Gotta give it to those zebras, they knew how to make all the alchemy and chemistry stuff...and the damned spotted too.” he snort. “What I wouldn’t try to take to get their knowledge of steel and smithing-- maybe I could,” then harshly shook his head. “No, no...its too late anyway. Can’t do it. They’ll try to blow me up anyway if I get near...or try to sabotage me with the other's...and they could do it to.” going along in his mutterings as he looks over the blueprints, trying to figure out how to better his golems efficiency and defenses as well as craft a new golem to fight. (done)

Najat gave an insufferable sigh, ear twitching at the slight jingle her new bell made at the slight motion of her body. This is utterly humiliating. She thought while looking about with a slight boredom. Clan heiress, mastering mage in ice and cold and the winter storms… reduced to a madman’s pet ... She slightly glanced down at where her collar was and still tried to think of a way to get rid of it.

Not that she could. All her secretive attempts only yielded painful shocks and no real results. Turning her eyes to look about the room again, Najat half wondered if there was even a way to get out of here. Sure there was that ‘deal’ she was given, but after knowing what he was up to, she didn’t want to dishonor her family’s name by being turned into his puppet willingly. What was she to do though? (end)

Suddenly he gained inspiration. “THAT'S IT!” cackling as he began drawing down the blueprints of not one, but three golems as he cackle more. “If I can’t fully improve my golems now-- I can make more golems to be better efficiency!” laughing as he finished the first one, being a monstrosity of three head on the chest, and an extra head on the tail as he said. “Yes, a battle charger, I’ll call this one...Golem Chimera!” then quickly draw more of the other two. “Yes, yes, adding a flying base golem could work, even making sure we have anti-flyers to come into enemy ships and wrecking, or distracting-- even hitting their propellers! Yes, Golem Wyverns! Perfect!”

Then gained a sudden idea for the last one and said. “But wait, they’re too small, too quickly damage if I just use them...meaning I need a mixture of flight and ground...ohohohoho!” then grin wider as he quickly draw out the last as he told. “Yes! A golem to combat in air and ground! I’ll call this...Golem Hydra!” finishing drawing as he frowned and said.

“But...those two will be utterly expensive in crafting, especially in molding the right parts, or taking said parts to be made...a big hit on income...and maintenance, hrm...as well as crafting new cores for them to be a bit different than most golems...hrm...I need to make sure their cores work correctly, otherwise they’ll be nothing more than beasts-- especially with multiple heads.” (done)

what is he going on about now? Wondered Najat, only understanding he was thinking of producing more of those stupid golems he was so fond of. Sturdy as they were, Najat could tell from a warrior's view, they were something easy to defeat. The normal golems were a laugh, and the engineers were clumsy. The only ones even fight able were the knights, and she would call them clunky and unreliable for real fighters in her own opinion.

So really, she wasn’t as worried about these new golems. If they would be anything like his other creations? They would be utterly useless against real warriors that know their stuff when it came to the field of battle. (End)

“No, no, no, NO!” nearly shouted Phobia as he slammed a fist on the table. “It's useless, unless I have proper data, the golems are useless! The Wyverns and Hydras are useless if I don’t have proper data of size, speed, or even air-combat! The Chimeras are near useless since they’ll be nothing but brutes! I need actual data! Actual data on fighting against armed forces, against….” pausing in his rant as he slowly turned to Najat. “Warriors….” as a gleam came into his eyes as he order, with a notepad and a pen.

“Najat...tell me everything of how Hernos fight...and using those strategies to improve my golems effectinty.” (done)

In an instant, the herno balled her hands into fists and gave a strangled sound while screwing her eyes shut and mouth sealing closed. It lasted for only five seconds though, as she shook in place with an obvious fighting will not speak. “H-Herno’s are t-taught to fight as soon as we can hold a blade. We are trained by old tradition and scrolls hidden in our homes. There are tens of family techniques only a Clan knows of, thousands to be found over the Land of Iron.”

Struggling her head and making the bell jingle a bit, Najat went on, body tense as could be. “The golems are not perceptive. Nor are they able to coordinate and predict attacks. They do not know how to defend themselves and are clumsy when faced with true combat. They have no perception of all the techniques to use a blade or even a shield. They are better off with a mace and shield, as the weapon reflects just how blunt and simplistic they are.” (End)

Writing this all down, Phobia hums. “Means I need to upgrade their cores. Give them adaptive thinking, self-learning programs and still instill loyalty and obedience to me. Although it is very difficult to make. Especially since I did it only once and that took nearly three years.” humming to himself as he wrote more. “Might need to make them more aware, more smarter-- but that’s also tough, it means I need to re-write every golem core and start from the bottom up...which that itself is tricky since I lack the data of warfare…” then hum as his mind was thinking.

“I need to make them predict attacks, make them be strong and firm….” then order. “Najat, what's the best mean to make them actual fighters?” (done)

Straightening up, Najat told, “Self discipline. Self reliance. Knowing your strengths and weaknesses. Using your available resources to quickly dispatch a foe with little to time. Each strike must be intended to finish a fight. Each block and parry only to make that fatal strike. Cohesiveness with others is needed to make them all the more efficient!” Half shouting it while trying to resist. From her slight breathing, she tried to not say anything. (End)

Writing this down, he hum as he said. “Meaning I need to make them more reliant, more discipline...make them effective killing machines to defend and counter attack. Work well together to be a stronger unit.” then run down the thoughts in his head as he hums. “But that might take time, working on each and re-working their cores...hrm, will need to work on new runic programs to make them able to handle the amount of programs in their systems and be able to be useful at the same time..” muttering to himself as he thought a bit.

Then soon said. “Unless, I could make them have something to teach them...make them learn faster...But that itself is going to be problematic…” then glance to Najat as a thought work out in his mind. “Unless I work on their cores to make you teach them to be like you said. Self discipline and reliance-- working with others to be more efficient…” (done)

She shifted uncomfortably, and with flattened ears, Najat gave a barely audible growl from her throat. (End)

“Hrm, need to see if I can make their cores work that way…” then order. “Once I work on the cores of the Knights and soldiers-- I want you to start trying to teach them to be disciplined, reliable-- and be an effective unit, Najat.” (done)

Shaking a bit and slightly scowling, Najat ground out with a slightly bowed head, “Yes...Master...” (end)

Grinning, he said as he put the notepad on the table. “Good. Now come over here and kneel by my chair, Najat. Make sure you lean your head to me as well.” already seeing her starting to move, as he took this change to get a good view of her body with each step, seeing the bodysuit making each part of her more attractive as the bell jingle with each step she took. Once she was close to his chair and kneeling down, head leaning to him as he raised a hand to pet her head.

The Stripe couldn’t help but grin as he scratches behind her ears as he coo. “Such a good kitty.” (done)

She gave a mewl at the attention and felt herself reacting without any sort of input on her behalf. She shuttered from the feeling and felt the slight hearing of her cheeks while he scratched away at her sweet spot. Gripping her hands tight, Najat tried to not make any sound-- but it was hard to disobey previously made orders that let her lips freely coo out her moans or squeak out her pleasured mewls. (End)

Grinning all the more, he decided to order. “Good, now why don’t you get on my lap and let me rub your stomach, Najat?” (Done)

This is shameful… She thought while feeling her body move and half-rest on his lap while he continued his treatment. She shuddered at the hands that wandered, and tried to again not moan while he felt any place he pleased. (End)

Rubbing her stomach against the body suit on her stomach, he enjoys the rump of her against his lap as he move another hand to stroke the fluffy tail as he order. “Rest fully on my lap, Najat.” as he moves his prosthetic hand to press against her stomach to keep rubbing it. (done)

Shifting to do just that., Najat tried, though it was a little hard with limited space. When she did, she tried to pull her tail away, though felt that it just wouldn’t respond. She gave another mewl as he petted it, making her face flush all the more. (end)

Grinning even more, he kept petting her tail, stroking and feeling the fluffy tail moving in his hand as he looks to the body suit she wore and order. “Take off the upper part of the body suit off, Najat, can’t fully pet your stomach with it in the way.” he however added. “Do it while standing and letting me see full view of you doing it too.” (done)

Standing, Najat moved her arms up and first undid the armor on her upper body before placing it down, leaving her dark blue bodysuit in place. Reaching a hand back, she pulled the zipper down, and felt her face heat even more as she felt her own arm unzip it.

Reaching around after that was done, she pulled down the bodysuite off her upper half and arms, exposing her chest and belly fully to him. She had a cold look in her eye, even while she stood ready for the next order to be given. (End)

“Now get back on my lap, I still need to give you that belly rub.” said Phobia as he saw her stiffly moving to him, sitting on his lap half-way again as he rubbed his right limb to pet her stomach, as he felt, or partially felt her fur...switching hands to feel the soft fur as he hums in enjoyable, as he soon move the prosthetic limb to feel her tail, stroking it for a bit...until he decided to push the limit as his left hand move up to grope her chest. (done)

There was a slightly strangled moan that was half-held back by Najat, but otherwise stay in place and pressed her chest into the hand more. Possibly out of how nice it maybe felt. (end)

Phobia gave a hum, groping the soft flesh more as he enjoys the texture of it, the softness of the breast...even feeling his own arousement growing from a female body so close, and touching her as he pleases. Part of him was tempted of...using her body for full use-- but part of him denied it. Mostly because if Ash came around, saw her friend, somehow undid the collar...well, he would be quite dead-- even more dead than just groping her and humiliating her.

So he resist on that want. As he stops with the chest grabbing as he moves his left hand to her back as he order. “Lean a bit on the table, Najat.” starting to scratch her back now as to feel more of her coat, as well as enjoying feeling her rump moving a bit on his lap to get comfy. (done)

There was a slightly sharp breath, followed by the herno moving and cleaning herself over the table. The stripe was just a bit aware of a slight shivering of her body, though was passed off when she gave a low groan of satisfaction with how he handled her rather firm rear. (end)

Feeling the firm rear, he enjoyed the touch of it...maybe a bit too much as he grope it some, as he felt utterly tempted to order her to take it all off...but debated on it as he kept fondling her ass, and kept scratching at her back as he heard pleasured sounds of moans and mewls all the while. A shame she’s so resisted on this...maybe the next female I may get might be more happy being mine. thought the exiled Stripe as he gently graze his nails on her spine as it went down to her tail base to scratch there more.

Her rear wiggles a bit to the tail scratching, as well as rear fondling as he could feel his own arousement wishing to break free from the pants...but decided not to. After all, why bother taking it out if he wasn’t going to use it? Still he flick an ear as he soon order. “Alright that's enough, get off and get your bodysuit back on.” already deciding to stop, mostly stopping himself to make sure his own life will be preserved...or as much as he could preserved if and when the collar somehow comes off of her neck. (done)

Breathing heavily, Najat was fast to again move and get herself more properly dressed. In a rush, she moved away from him and picked up the armor that was on the ground, pointedly turning her back to him and moving her tail around to her front where it too was more out of sight. He noted that she made a clear point to ‘guard’ him at the most farthest spot in the room… and away from him… (end)

Hrm...maybe one day she’ll appreciate the good I do...eh, pipe dream. thought Phobia as he made sure she didn’t swipe any of his blueprints or anything on the table as his eyes scan in precaution. Granted the orders still held of not taking his things...but he like to be sure as he order. “Najat, you didn't take anything from my table, did you?” (done)

“No, Master.” Her tone was pretty cold, not grounded or hissed, but very cold indeed. There was a certain anger in there too, but it also sounded like she hardly cared she said anything in response. (End)

“Good…” said the Stripe, as he flick an ear, hearing a door being knocked as he turned to see the door opening as Scrappy came with a golem with a plate as the golem grunt spoke.

“Lunch is ready, Dreadful One.” moving up to set the plate on the table, as Phobia look at the grunt...and ordered.

“Lackey 31, get on the workshop table...time to start working on your core.” the golem obeyed as Scrappy tilted his head and asked.

“Have you discover something, Phobia?” seeing him grabbing some tools and his plate as the Striped told.

“More like I was informed by my new bodyguard of the uselessness of my golems against stronger fighters...or warriors. I’m going to see if I can tinker with them more, and see if I can improve them further.” moving by the laying down golem as Scrappy glance to Najat, analyzing her and seeing the female refusing to look at his stripe, and has a very cross look on her face.

Scrappy concluded his creator was grabby on her and touched her up for a bit. The mechanical wolf soon informed to Phobia. “We will be heading to the small outpost shortly, Phobia. In a day or so if Nowa estimate correctly.”

“Hmm?” said Phobia as he was already working on the golem, taking apart the chest pieces as he was eating bit by bit. “Oh good, make sure you let me know when we land, I want to take a good look around.” Nodding, the mechanical wolf soon quietly moved to sit onto the chair Phobia used to sit in, analyzing the blueprints as he noted his creator made three more types…

But he already saw the problems and soon look through the notepad. Analyzing the rambling writings and the pieces of what seem to be advice. Scrappy already could tell that Phobia possibly asked Najat for warrior advice. Mostly since he noted ‘make the knights and soldiers stronger’ among the rambles as Scrappy started to use his process power to find any options to either improve the golems now, or to improve their cores to ‘suggest’ to his creator. (done)

After making sure that her ‘clothes’ and ‘armor’ were well in place, Najat cast a frosty gaze at Phobia and breathed in deeply. “If you do not mind, master, I wish to go and gather myself a meal.” Wanting nothing more than to get out of here if at all possible. (end)

Flicking an ear, Phobia glance and said. “Oh sure, go on ahead.” then added. “Scrappy, lead her.” the mechanical wolf got off the chair, walking by Najat as the mechanical beast spoke.

“Come along, Najat. The meal is stew this time.” (done)

Najat didn’t comment, only follow with a slight haste to get out. Scrappy had to pick up his own pace just to lead her along. It was slightly clear that she was more interested in leaving Phobia than to gain food. He merely figured this by how bad her mood was at the moment. It made him half wonder why she was so stubborn for an organic and didn’t just accept her situation… or bother to take the deal.

Pride. That’s what Kan said. Pride, honor, tradition… all foreign to him and illogical to process.

Moving down a level and reaching the mess hall, Najat immediately left Scrappy to get a bowl and gather herself a few scoops of food before moving to the side and keeping to a corner. Her mere presence did something to the area, cause a certain… something that Scrappy wasn’t sure to describe. The posture she held was something akin to Kan’s own when the demon was in a foul mood. (End)

Anger. Distaste. That is what I am seeing...I think. Organics are so illogical. while he sat on the side, observing her, he noticed another coming in the mess hall, Book with her horn glowing to grab a bowl. Gathering her meal as she glance to Najat. Seeing the feline as she couldn’t help but shiver, feeling a chilling aura at her place that left a feeling of hostility.

Glancing to Scrappy, she partially wonder what happen, but figure it might be Herr Phobia. As she trot up and asked in curiosity. “Herr Phobia being annoying as always?” (done)

Icy blue eyes turning up, Najat was next to ready to give whoever came up a slightly harsh rebuttal. It was curbed a bit once she recognized the mare before her was like her, a slave and collared. Though unlike her inhibiting collar, the unicorn had a normal one.

Working her jaw, Najat looked back down to her stew and answered, “He took advantage of me.” Breathing in and calming herself a bit. “If I was able, I would show him that I was not his toy to play with.” Withholding a snort to instead sniff, “such a dishonorable cur he is. Truly brings shame on his family’s name… if they have any at all.”

Stirring her stew some, Najat said, “we never spoke. I’ve seen you, but never had the chance to know you. Are you too a slave forced to do the bidding of the same madman?” (end)

Tilting her head, she shook her head. “No, I am not under Herr Phobia.” then introduced herself with a smile as she place the bowl on the table. “I am Book Mark. I am under Master Sieg.” sitting on the board to get comfy as she remarked. “I don’t know how Hernos are, but I’m certain from what Herr Phobia spoke, Stripes view things different…” then amended. “Or at least what he mentions in his rambling and from what Master Sieg says.” (done)

Staring at the mare for a moment, Najat said, “I am Najat. And I do not belong here.” She took a scoop of her stew, but still spoke, “his ways might be different… but the fact remains, he has wronged me greatly and does not truly care.” (end)

Tilting her head a bit, she asked. “If you don’t belong here, then how come you didn’t ask for a means to leave?” looking at the collar as she soon asked in nativity. “Unless Herr Phobia has to properly free you in order to leave?” (done)

“My very body and it’s actions are shackled to his whims.” Najat told with a slight edge of detest. “I can not leave, no matter how much I wish to. And if I ask, he holds a price over my head that I can not accept. I am trapped. I can not leave no matter what I do.”

Looking up, Najat asked, “what of you? Were you forced to stay. Are you bound by a deal made you could not get around. Perhaps fear the sting of further harm if you do not listen?” Sitting up more properly and in a manner that made her seem to have some form of authority, despite her position as a slave. (End)

Blinking a bit, she shook her head and said. “No, I’m here willingly. I kinda like being around Master Sieg, he isn’t scary or harm me. He’s actually nice to me.” then asked in curiosity. “What did Herr Phobia wanted that you rejected over?” (done)

“My word to aid him in his wants.” Told Najat. “To you, that may seem like nothing. But for one such as I? It is a very large deal.” She was quite, but decided to speak on, since there was no point in hiding it at this point. “I am the Heiress to my Clan. the one that will take up my home’s lead once my Father sees me fit to. I would have the sway and power to do much in my Clan.” Then her face darkened. “And if he asked me to do something that could harm them, to harm others or to use us or myself in manners I wish not to do-- I would do a great dishonor on my family… to my clan, my people…”

Looking down to her food, Najat closed her eyes and sighed. “I have seen what he is. I do not trust him with that sort of power. That sort of trust to give my word to aid him in anything. As that anything could be something that will shame I, my family, my clan honor. Or possibly worse, do harm in ways I can not fathom.” (end)

Humming Book as she admits. “You’re right...I don’t know, or any one knows what Herr Phobia would do...but is your pride so important to never see your family again?” asking that in an innocent manner as she went on. “I may not know much of how honor works for you...but is you pride so important-- the pride of your family that if you reject the deal, that you’ll never see them all again? That you’ll never see their faces, or see home again?”

Tapping her chin as she remarked. “I mean, sure he’s asking for help, and you don’t know what that fully means...but is it so important to never see them all again? I mean...if he gave me the same deal you had, with a guarantee to see them...I would of taken it just to see those I missed again.” (done)

Slightly holding her place and settling herself, reminding herself this pony was naive to her people’s ways, Najat let out a long breath and told, “it isn’t pride that stops me, Book.” Breathing in again to speak on. “My pride has already been battered. My modesty shredded. I have been shamed and humiliated. But I bear it.”

Opening her eyes to look at the pony mare, Najat could see an odd innocents that she was more accustomed to young cubs to have. Sagging a bit, Najat told, “outsiders do not understand a Herno’s honor. It is more than simply pride. It’s a tradition. It is a practice. It is our way of life. Our purpose, meaning and even drive at times. It defines our families and our ways without the use of words. Without honor… than we are nothing more than aimless warriors with no purpose, no reason, no nothing.”

“I want to see my home.” Najat told Book, “I wish to return to it. To one day be the Clan Head that my Father and mother raised me to be. To lead my Clan to a brighter day. I wish to help them prosper, to grow and be strong.” Then flattened her ears to add. “And I am willing to allow myself to be humiliated and shamed if the chance my manipulation never comes to pass. As long as I have this collar and I was forced to return home to take my place, my family would see foul play and know something was wrong. In this way, I bring honor to my family's name by staying and not accepting a shady deal that may harm my Clan.” (end)

Taking this in...Book asked. “If you didn’t like the deal...why didn’t you made a counter-offer? One that would keep your family and honor safe-- but at the same time making sure Herr Phobia agree to free you from the collar?” (done)

Trying to not be sharp, Najat asked with a bt of snap, “and what could that be?” Going on to glare at the table and not the mare, “he is a warlord. He wishes to conquer by force or treachery. Anything I give, would only aid in such a thing. And I would be going against my Honor as a warrior to allow him any benefits to cause harm to others in such a manner.” (End)

While Book was silent, thinking a bit...but having no answers, she glance to Scrappy and thought as she suggested. “Why not ask Scrappy?” motioning a hoof to the mechanical wolf as she went on. “The only one Herr Phobia really listen to beside Kan, is Scrappy. He trusts Scrappy a lot more than anyone else, and Scrappy knows how Herr Phobia work. If you talk with him, maybe he could provide a compromise?” (done)

Eyeing the mecha-wolf, Najat icily said, “I distrust that fake wolf even more than the madman.” Making Book slightly stumble in thought. “It is much more smart than a golem should. I don’t trust anything to it without it turning on me in some unseen way.” (End)

“I thought that would go against his logical thinking?” asked Book as she said. “Scrappy may not be alive like us-- but he likes to make things all logical. Sure you don’t like him, but beside Kan, he’s the only one Herr Phobia listen to. The only other one to try to talk with is with Kan,” then shifted some. “Although Scrappy is...saferthan Kan. Kan is...is…” trailing off in silent as she didn’t want to say more. (done)

Eyes narrowed to herself, Najat told, “I detest Kan. She was the one to plant the very idea to the madman to place me in such…” Twisting her face and trying to not sneer out, “disgraceful apparel…” Then breathed in to sign out, “I do not trust the fake wolf, because he is loyal to only one. The madman that controls this place. If he is driven by logic, then by logic he does everything for his master.”

Looking at Book for a moment, Najat said, “I see now. You are not merely any slave. You are one that merely knows no other way and refuses to try because you master is simply ‘nice’ to you.” Keeping a chilly facade in place while she spoke. “You don’t need to be shackled like me… you keep them on yourself.” (End)

Eyes looking at her, she frowns and said. “There's no reason to be mean...Not everyone be strong…” then became thoughtful. “I wonder if Ash was nice because she was more thoughtful.” taking a bit of her stew a bit in recalling. (done)

Staring at the unicorn a bit longer, Najat looked to her food and told, “I state fact. One that you cower from. We are not born strong, Book. We choose to be strong.” Scooping up her next bit of food, Najat slightly huffed and told, “and I refuse to simply give in. As long as I have breath, I will continue to push back by my honor code and hold true to it.” (End)

taking another bite, she became silent, mostly figuring there was no point to keep talking to someone stubborn and rude...as Scrappy was analyzing this as it seem Book was on odds end to the Herno, and seem to have her hurt feelings by the Herno. Granted he didn’t know how much, but analyzing the situation, Scrappy could see that Book was emotionally hurt by Najat spiteful words to Sieg.

As Book continue eating, she glance to the feline, not bothering to say much as she felt stung by Najat words. Mostly on refusing to try...which was partially true. In all admittance, she didn’t know what else to do with her life, as her old life was gone, her parents dead...and not knowing much on equestrian life or education, what could she do? It was...better to be with Master Sieg.

Mostly because she at least knew what to do with him, plus she admittedly...liked him a bit. It wasn’t love...but it was a small fondness for the changeling. Overall there was silence in the mess hall as the two eat, and one merely observed.