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Nyvereth led them both into a small room. There was nothing more than a narrow bed, an wooden table and chair, and a small bookcase with no books. A wardrobe took most of the space in the small room. It was overflowing with colorful frocks and clothes. Other than the clothes, everything else seemed barren and bare. It looked more like the room of a slave than an employed free woman.

Nyvereth closed the door behind them both without a sound. She pressed her ear up against the door and continued to listen for a minute or two. When she was satisfied with whatever she was listening for the Drak-Sen nodded and pulled away from the door. Nyvereth then used a small talent of her species.

Wedging her finger between the door and the frame, the stone lit up like melting steel. She was welding the door shut for good. If Shein attempted to stop her, he would find out quick that Nyvereth was far stronger than he realized and she would be immovable.

When it was done and complete, Nyvereth then turned to face Shein and studied him. The Drak-Sen shook her head is disapproval. She went to him with a gentle smile, placed her hands on his face, and gave him a soft kiss to reassure him that she meant no harm.

The creature's fingers then turned to loosening and removing his armor. Nyvereth took just as much care in removing it from him as she had previously. She treated him like a fragile child.

"Off," she said, gesturing to his clothes. Without another word, Nyvereth went to her wardrobe and began to dig deeply in it.