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The queen of the kobolds nodded upon hearing all of this and waves her hand. “Yes, yes, I've heard that all before. Well, it seems like she is she whom you seek, but I'm afraid that she isn't here right now."

“But… where is she, then?" the dwarf says, taking a step forward and clenching his fist. Used to the more direct diplomatic relations of the dwarven council, he forgot how much other races prefer a more delicate approach.

Tikana tilts her head back, stroking her chin plaintively. She pretends she did not see that slight, but in fact, is quite intrigued by his bold demeanor. “Well, let's see… if I were right, she's at the Temple of Love, outside of Bergburg…"

The temple of Love is the home of the Order of Love. It is the faith that teaches the tenants for the Knights of Love. It is a large, yet welcoming, structure of pure white stone and aesthetically pleasing figures sculpted into the sides, each of them seeking to give warm embraces to those that enter.

All who seek a calming session with the priests and healers of the faith are welcomed. The touch of a practitioner of these rites is said to calm, excite, heal, and relax in ways no other therapy has been able to accomplish. So, naturally, their teachings would be quite interesting to those who seek to know more of sexual magic, mainly, a little pink kobold wizard, trapmaker, and scribe.

Tik Tik sits cross-legged upon the tile warmed by the bright and shining sun. Her bare scales tingle with the caress of the celestial body's life-giving rays. Of course, that is how her friend, the knight of love named Tybalt, described the thing. To her and other denizens of the dark, the sun was a screaming ball of pain for the eyes, one that did not abate, even with her lids tightly shut. But, to accept and embrace even the most horrific of things was one of Tik Tik's goals. After all, if she is to study all the ways different sapients have sex, she needs to enjoy things the people of her underworld find traditionally repulsive.

Give Tybalt, for example. Most elves that Tik Tik had heard about were dark with red eyes and domineering attitudes. Tybalt, however, is gently bronzed with smooth skin rippling with muscles. His tall frame towers over her when they stand. He has no scales, but skin, and long, green wavy hair that tickles to the touch when she runs it through her fingers. His lips and his tongue are like pillows instead of the coarse abrasive rubbings of a kobold's.

“You need to focus," comes the voice of the paladin. He sits across from her, undressed as she is, but still wearing the loincloth over the most sanctified part of his body. His holy sword is never used, except to vanquish evil, something that Tik Tik often lamented, until the time he had to use it on her to exorcize a demon from her form. Then, she realized just how dangerous his weapon could be.

“Tik Tik, try focusing!" The kobold whines. “But think too much! Learn so much. Been long time since play."

Tybalt chuckles, emitting a sound that makes the kobold quiver. “Love isn't all about play, Tik Tik. If you wish to learn our ways of magic, you must focus on deeper feelings. Connections need to go farther than the body. They need to reach into the soul. Then, you can penetrate the boundaries of carnal desires and spiritual togetherness."

Tik Tik snickers.

“I did not mean to make that an innuendo," Tybalt responds, a frown upon his voice.

“But it works!" Tik Tik chirps."

The door to the rooftop meditation floor opens, and Tik Tik's eyes flutter to see who it is that has arrived.

The High Priestess of the Order stands before them both, her matronly body draped with a dress that Tik Tik theorized would not be difficult at all to remove. It was quite strange, indeed, to think of an elf as chubby, but there she is, plump with a motherly body.

Despite being only half the elf that the High Priestess is, Tybalt still is thinner than her, though his human side shines through in how much more powerful his toned shape is in comparison to her and her lithe fellows. He bows before the High Priestess, and Tik Tik admires the similar colorations the two have. She had asked him about his relation to her. He assured Tik Tik that they were not mother and child in the biological sense, though that her flesh and blood conceived him.

“High Priestess," Tybalt says, bowing before her. “What need have you for me?"

The High Priestess steps forward, wrapping her arms around the paladin, squeezing him up against her soft form. “Tybalt, I am so happy to see you teaching again. I had thought you lost after your return from Anteronia."

“It has taken some time, yes," Tybalt says. “But this isn't truly preaching of the tenants to a potential follower." He motions to the kobold. “I was merely showing her the basics of our magic."

“Well, there certainly isn't anything basic about it," the High Priestess says, walking over towards the kobold and kneeling down before her. She places her hand upon Tik Tik's head, gently petting the wizard between the horns. “I come here to see you, actually."

“M… me?" Tik Tik squeaks.

The High Priestess nods. “Indeed. I have had a vision, and there is news that I must pass onto you. That is if you are willing to accept a message from the divine."

Tik Tik places her hand upon the High Priestess's wrist, urging her away. She shifted her speech to her natural tongue. While working on the common language is crucial to her. When things get serious, Tik Tik uses the words she is much more familiar with. “I will listen to the message, oh High Priestess, but I will not become the puppet of a divine being."