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Dogos stepped out of the room, then looked to the right. "This way...no." He turned to the left and ran down the corridor. He sprinted for a few yards, then halted and stopped as he saw someone walking toward him from the other end of the hallway. He squnited his eyes a bit...then smiled slightly. "So, I assume you're still looking for the Gems to summon that dead dragon of yours?" "Shut up, Dogos." The person infront of him was a small human female, wearing a tightly wrapped cloak around her. She gave him a slight smile. "Hmm..." Her eyes ran over him, smiling mischeviously. This would be fun...

She streched her arms a bit, her cloak falling off. Dogos' eyes widened a moment, before he shook his head. She was wearing a almost transperent robe, and she gave him a dark smile, walking up closer and running a finger down his chin. "Come with me...I'm bored of fighting right now..." She turned on her heel and slowly walked down into a room, Dogos' eyes keeping on her hips, before he followed her, not noticing the air shimmering a bit around her right knee.

Dogos followed her into a slightly small room, but not small enough for him to lower his head. She smiled, slowly walking to one of the walls and pressing her back up against it. Dogos walked to her, taking his sword off his back and throwing it to the side. He pressed up against her, smiling and looking down as one hand began to slowly slide off the robes she was wearing. She looked up at him, leaning upward and bringing her lips towards his muzzle...

...And Dogos felt a sudden, unbearable pain between his legs. He staggered back a bit and looked at the smiling female, snarling and reaching his claws out. A moment later he had been slammed into a wall, grunting loudly. She smiled at him, unstrapping the armor plate from her leg. "Dogos, Dogos, Dogos...you'll never learn to not trust me, will you?" She walked to him, leaning down to the pain-struck draco-morph. One hand wandered to behind his neck and pressed tightly, knocking him out. The human brushed her robes back onto her shoulder, then went over and picked up his sword. "Thanks for doing all the hard work for me, Dogos..."

She stepped out side the room, picking up her cloak and wrapping it around her, hiding Dogos’ sword under it. She walked out quietly without incident, stepping over the body of the dead orcs that had been killed earlier. She walked to another part of town as the sun slowly began to rise, disappearing as night became day.