The camp had quieted down to a dull roar. Most warriors were drunk or fucking or both, which was pretty much their default state. Perfect time for a little reconnaissance mission.
Melisa slipped out of Sirah's tent like a shadow. The darian was at another strategy meeting, probably planning more creative ways to kill people and conquer shit.
[Thank fuck for violent hobbies. Keeps her busy.]
She kept to the shadows between tents, moving like she belonged there. The prisoner holding area wasn't far - just past the weapons cache and around a cluster of sleeping quarters that reeked of unwashed warrior.
Two guards stood outside the prisoner tent, looking bored as hell and probably questioning their life choices.
Melisa released a concentrated burst of pheromones. Nothing too strong. Just enough to make them... distracted. And horny. Very horny.
