Pirotess unrolled a map on the table. “It’s good to know what you’re up against.” She stood on opposite side of the table.

“Indeed.” Ashram remarked as he noticed her cleavage threatening to fall out of her white vest as she leaned over the map. Pirotess didn’t notice him staring; her eyes were on the map. Ashram did his best to focus on the map and not the more appealing sight before him. But his thoughts kept wandering. He couldn’t tell what was keeping them in, it didn’t seem possible! He mused some thoughts about her using of elven magic to keep everything in place. His cursed himself and refocused on what Pirotess was saying.