Back on the island, Isdis approached Arad, shaking her chest. He lifted his hand and touched her corset, sucking it into his void. "You really like dancing," He said.
"That's what bards do," Isdis replied with a smile.
Dances, songs, mockery, jokes, and insults. Bards excel in them all, giving them the ability to influence the battlefield in a strange way. Even now, Arad could feel something off as he listened to her sing and dance.
Thud! Isdis sat on Arad's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You have jewelry, right?" She rubbed her face on his cheek, "Can I get some?"
"Why not?" Arad waved his hand, dropping a pile of gold jewelry on the bed, "Pick and choose," He always carried a portion of his hoard in case he needed funds.
Isdis gently kissed Arad's cheek, "Thank you. I promise it's in a functional way. I won't ask for them if they were only for looks,"
She looked into the pile and picked several pieces.
