Crispy makes some noises in agreement as she tounge wrestles with you, not caring who’s watching.

"Welp, that wasn't a sight you see often." The halfling comments as he carries on watching ahead. "Big ol' ship in the sky. Suppose it's nothing special to you there 'venturers now, huh?"

"It is an amazing sight nonetheless. One wonders how far we can go." Chetin settles into the cart.

Borg goes quiet as she makes out with Crispy in the back of the cart, enjoying what hapoening.

The cart goes quiet for a moment while the ox continues plodding along. "Don't suppose you know anywhere good to get a bed tonight?" Tippil asks, the ox speeding up slightly as the sun dips lower in the sky.

Etla, who had spent half her life roaming the land, didn't mind stretching her legs. Once they got permission to tag along, she jogged up to the ox, deciding to keep it company. Every now and then the goliath plucked handfuls of grass from the edge of the road and fed the animal. When she glanced back, keeping one ear on the conversation at all times, she grinned happily at the sight of Borg and Crispy. "Ahh, what a joy to be young." She turned to the ox and scratched its cheek affectionately. "Like me and my gal back in the day."

Crispy started to sweat as a heat in her loins started to grow and become a bit untamed as her lips explored Borg’s mouth. It took a lot of willpower for her to stop playing with Borg’s lower belt buckle, realizing some people around them may or may not appreciate what she wanted to do next. In a desperate chance to calm the swell, she stuck her head out the window for a breather and saw Etla smiling, lost in thought feeding the animal. Crispy took a huge sniff of fresh air and slapped her face a few times, clearly trying to calm a primal urge in her stomach.

Borg looks to crispy as she gets some air. She will reclasp her belt and smirk. "Heh, don't worry Chick, we can deal with that when we get back to our room." She traces her hand up Crispys spine then turns to the others. "I knew joining the saints would lead to something good." 

Crispy breathed a sigh of relief, still slightly struggling to keep her instincts in check. “Right? Sorry, I uh..I don’t get out much haha..”

The cart continues to trundle along the path as the sun continues to set. By dusk it arrives at the huge awe-bringing gates of Greenholden.

"Welp, looks like we're here." The halfing says, bringing the cart towards the guards at the gates. "Thanks for keeping a lonely traveller company."

Borg will get up and hop down from the cart. "Thanks for the ride Tippil, try the Hammer and Nail tavern, tell Sledge that Borg reccommend the tavern and he'll look after you for tonight." 

Crispy got down from the cart, and asked Borg, "Who's Sledge? Also, that cart ride was way too short." 

Crispy was rather pleased Borg didn't push her away when she made such an impulsive move. She took a moment, while gathering her things, to reflect upon what she had done. Most people didn't like Crispy, so if she had an impulsive affectionate desire, she had to go get it herself. Surprisingly, considering everything she had been through this past year with losing mostly everything, affection didn't come her way in either direction to be honest. But..it was over as soon as it begun. She looked around to see if anyone had any strange looks or reactions to what she had did, and was rather amused she acted in the way she did. Despite the tough and hard as a rock muscular appearance to Borg, she was expecting to get the shit kicked out of her for such behavior. But..it didn't happen. Which was good, Crispy had enough physical bruises and scars, inside and out.

She stood there for a moment and smiled slightly, again, amazed at her behavior. 

"Sledge is the owner of a tavern I used to be a guard for before joining the saints." Borg looks to crispy and smiles. "So, chick, shall we head back to the room for some fun or would you rather get a drink first?"

"Hammer an' Nail." The halfling echoes. "Much obliged, miss." The cart moves slowly through towards the guards, who begin questioning the halfling about reason for visiting etc. The group can see the blue dragonborn from this morning, checking over the cart ahead of them.

Borg will head over with the group and wait their turn. she'll wave to the dragonborn. 

The dragonborn guard lets the cart through, then looks to the party. "Well, look what we have here. The new adventuring heroes." He says with a bit of a joking tone. "No ancient relics or cursed artefacts to declare?"

Chetin nods, "Mostly just sticky mud, would you like some?" He lifts his shoe to show the layer of mud upon it. "Not really ancient but it is a curse to deal with." He jokes.

"No, there were some Quicklings causing trouble. We dealt with them, so nothing to declare other than we were successful on our first mission." She grins. "hope you are doing good Blue, no trouble being caused." 

"Where's the closest tavern with private rooms, please?!" Crispy's voice cracks as she asks.

Borg looks to Crispy. "We have a private affair to take care of, so if you don't mind, We would like to head through quickly. Also Chick if you give the parchment to someone else to hand in, we can go now."