Seraphine

Two days. It's been two full days that you've been searching this stupid mountain for an Orinthian. You had some solid witnesses say they saw an Orinthian girl around here but you've come up empty handed. The group you are with say they've caught them before but so far they seem like brutish morons. After another day of nothing you make camp for the night.

As you grab a bowl of stew and set down to eat for the evening you hear a few of your party members talking. "No I'm serious, I've fucked one! I'm telling you she was the tightest thing I've ever sunk my dick into!" Clearly he is talking about a past conquest. You continue to eat as he drones on with more detail. "Man I'm telling you, there's nothing like it. The one I had was pretty badly beaten so she couldn't put up much of a struggle but she was so good. I only wish I had more time with her." Whether or not your interest is peaked by this is a secret to those around you. You finish your stew and toss the bowl aside. Settling down for the night your mind wanders about what you might find tomorrow.

Morning breaks and you awaken to a panicked merc speaking hysterically. "Up the cliff to the south! Found her! Orinthian!" You've heard what you needed. As you scramble and gather your things you rush out with a few other party members. Making your way up the cliff path you can hear some sinister laughter. As you approach you find a few men huddled around a small grey skinned girl. She is clearly scared.