The band spilled back out into the street as an angry guild mage slammed the front door.
"Well, it seems like you gotta stay as a sexy stallion sexy sex god. I'm sorry Fey, I'm devastated, just devastated," said Flora with a level of smug sarcasm that could humble kings.
"No, she doesn't. That idiot mage gave us a clue, the soul. If nothing he had could see the problem then the problem is obviously coming from somewhere out of physical view."
"Oh come on Ella, this is a lost cause, better she just learns to live with it."
"What if it hurts her Flora, look at her."
The centaur's back legs were moving uncomfortably; her taut round ballsack visibly pulsing with her heartbeat, vascular and heavy.
"Yeah, well, she just needs a thorough milking, preferably inside of me."
"Didn't help with the fairy, did it?"
"Well, that's because she couldn't dip her wick, duh. It's got to be a proper milking."
The elf rolled her eyes at the gnome.
"Look, let's find someone who knows something about souls, we are in the mage district right now, somebody here has to know something."
Flora stuck a finger up her nose and began mining for gold. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Ellaria led the way with Flora floating lazily beside her and Fey trotting behind them. Unknowingly the centaur was dripping from her legs and barrel, leaving spattered drops of cum in her wake.
The band made their way through the district. It was a small district, but still relatively impressive for where they were this far from a city. There were a good two streets full of mage related buildings and shops. Unfortunately for the band there appeared to be nothing to do with souls. Seers, enchanters, witches, thaumaturgists, illusionists, magic smiths, any variation on mage you could want, but zero related to soul magickery.
Ellaria stepped from a Seer's shop having gone inside to ask if they could somehow see souls or anything of that nature.
"Well?" said Flora.
The elf shook her head. "No good. They don't do souls."
"It's no use then…" said Fey sadly, looking down at the ground.
"No, you're wrong, I asked them who might and they actually gave me an answer, I think this could be it."
Fey blinked. "Really?"
"We will see for ourselves."
Ellaria turned and was about to march down the street but instead, she paused. Ahead of her a dozen females, mostly lupine, flinched at her gaze and pretended to be browsing the shops or talking amongst themselves.
The elf narrowed her eyes at them, a few glanced nervously at her only to realise she was still staring. They flicked their eyes back as quickly as possible.
She pursed her lips and about-faced.
"Come on, we can go around," she said, walking in the opposite direction.
She led the band down the street. It didn't take a hawk to notice that the group of women was surreptitiously following behind them.
"Wha- what are we going to do? They're after me!" said Fey.
"Damn, they must be in heat and the droplets of… stuff, you are leaving in your wake is leading them right to you."
"Ah fuck em, literally, although I'll be charging 'em a fee to ride our horsey."
"Flora, as your band captain I command you to shut up."
The gnome opened her mouth to snappily respond when Ellaria jabbed a finger in front of them.
"There!"
They'd come down a narrow alley, more run down and gloomy than anything else in the district, the shops they passed looked more poor sleight of hand and tacky palm reading than any true magic, even the signs looked worn out with various letters missing. That didn't stop Ellaria's keen eyes from spotting the one she was after however.
'Solomon the Soulomancers Soul Soliloquy'
The cracked board hung at an angle and squeaked in the breeze. There was a lithe red-scaled lizard person standing outside the door waiting patiently, he scratched at his neck frills nonchalantly.
Fey looked over her shoulder. The entrance to the alley was clear, except for the dozen heads peeking around the corner and looking at her hungrily. As she watched a number of the heads ducked behind, not yet bold enough to stand her gaze, but most stood their ground and returned her look, lips were bitten and one even winked at her. The centaur gulped and nervously moved closer to Ellaria.
The lizard person looked up as they arrived, his slitted eyes lazily moving from band member to band member, it was only when his eyes landed on Fey or rather that part of fey was there a reaction. His neck frills stiffened up and a look of shock crossed his face for a moment.
"Uh, this probably isn't the place you want if you've got one of those boners that won't go down ladies. The whore quarter is in that direction." He jabbed a clawed thumb over his shoulder.
"This is the Soulomancer's correct? There is a mage here who works with souls?"
"The sign didn't give it away elfy? Course it is, though she's not one to see just about anyone, you gotta have an appointment, like me." The lizard person nodded his head sagely.
"Well you'll just have to forget it, this is an emergency. My centaur friend is in dire need."
"Oh I don't think so you prissy leaf muncher. This is MY appointment, I go first, now wait your turn."
The lizard person turned his back on Ellaria with a huff and stared at the door which remained solidly closed.
An awkward silence followed.
Ellaria frowned.
"Listen lizard, you either get out of my way or I remove that tail of yours, barbecue it, and then force feed you it until you choke."