The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My ex-wife," she says simply. 

[Paerle Emerison]

Paerle's mouth snaps shut and she stares a moment as a look of frustrated disgruntalment emerges. "Oh. Well. That is-- that-- I see," she finally growls, leaning back. taking a deep breath, she sets this aside now that it's hit a very solid dead-end. "Well then. I suppose I should explain about what I spoke on when I first arrived."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Indeed," says Noire, gesturing for her to go on. 

[Paerle Emerison]

"I needed an excuse to escape being drawn into Madam Eustrice's newest 'project' so I told them-- her and her biddy crones-- that you'd asked to start your history lessons. Today. Right now," Paerle further clarifies, blushing lightly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette laughs, a polite, artful laugh. "Well then, I'm afraid I must insist you stay for tea and teach me everything you can."

[GamesMaster]

Things have calmed down for Bull. It seems their last ritual must have taken, because they leave him alone for a few weeks. He trains in the gladatorial area, fighting on the daily, with Cedric teaching him some dirty tricks he'd picked up. He learns how to get into the zone without going into a rage, learns how to judge when to use his rage and when to ease off. Cedric learns how to take the front -- not easily, and not at all if Bull fights him, but from time to time he manages it, bringing his own new powers into play.

Particularly healing, for some reason. It seems if he prays hard enough, their injuries will close up and scab over. 

When he's not fighting, for example, when he's sustained an injury too great for Cedric to take care of (or was observed getting it, as they're keeping this power on the down low), he's sent to the fields. Raw farm labor is always helpful, and he knows enough now about animals to steer an oxen plow without getting himself hurt. So today, as he's limping on a bad leg after his tendon was cut nearly through by a lucky swipe (Cedric is very, very sorry he didn't see that guy), he's helping plow the fields, taking it easy. To be honest, sometimes he considers taking a hit so he can work out in the sun without much pressure (who cares about the occasional lash from a whip, really?) and just chat with Cedric. 

Like today. It's Cedric's turn to tell a story, which he is halfway through the story of a heist he managed to foil with Gold's help, when a young woman comes rushing to them in a blind panic, lifting her skirts so she can run faster. Her hair is mussed, and judging by her garb she's one of the lucky few who serve the Master as spare hands and comfort workers. She's too pretty to be the one overseeing the fields today, so this must be about something other than his work performance. 

"You!" she says, gasping for breath. "You look sturdy! Come with me, quickly!" 

[The Iron Bull]

Half zoned out, more of his interest easily attaching to Silver's solution to a warlock hostage situation than dirt and seeds, Bull sets the plow down and takes a few limping steps towards the woman before he really thinks about what's happening. When he does, however, his footsteps slow even more than his limp had set him to already. "Wait, what's going on?" he rumbles, head lifting and moving around so his one good eye can scan their surroundings. See anyone watching? he asks internally, his first thoughts being 'trap' and 'trick.'

[GamesMaster]

"Gramma Mel needs another pair of hands. It's Sharie's time, and she says I'm useless and... and twitterpated, is what she said, and I don't rightly know what that means only I faint if I see blood so..."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's eye widens in near comical horror. "I ain't no healer! Fuck use is a brute like me gonna be in a birthing?"

[GamesMaster]

"You won't faint," she hisses. "Mel will do all the hard work, you just do as she says."

[The Iron Bull]

"I don't belong in a birthing room," Bull insists. "Scarred up hulk like me is just going to panic the poor woman who really needs to be putting her focus on more vital matters."

[GamesMaster]

"Well you're who I got. I've done what I said I'd do and fetched someone. I'm going back to the House." She turns to go. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull stares after her for an endless moment, then shouts internally, Ced! The fuck do I even do? The fuck?!

[Coquette Blacquin]

Okay, calm down. Let's just go and tell her we don't know what we're doing. I'm sure she'll send us to get someone better. Right?

[The Iron Bull]

Yeah. Yeah, that's good. A good plan I mean. Yeah. Okay. Shaking himself vigorously, the imisy minotaur breaks into a staggered trot towards the... "Wait! The hells am I even supposed to go?"