(The heroes became crowded within the framework set by the author, and they invite a specialist)

Reila woke up from the pain in her wrists. She opened her eyes and was stunned - she was in some room without windows, naked, stretched on an X-shaped cross. Scanty lighting was given by a few smoking torches. With a creak the door opened, and entered the basement ... Fox. In a white shirt and narrow black trousers, and in the hands of a guy holding a whip. Her whip! The tigress furiously twitched, but the steel chains held tight.
- Yes, Mrs. Rioni, I didn’t even expect this from you. Sleep in the house of the mage-artifactor, well, it must be the same! - mocking, he came very close and put his hand on her chin.

He removed all the metal from the weapon, leaving only leather tails with knots. "So it does not scare."
- From the white blood is poorly washed. - Rila grimaced.
- I’ll clean it somehow. It is a pity to spoil a skin, such remarkable rug would turn out ...
Throwing the whip to the floor, he examined it. Stroked the sides, covered the palms of the breasts with his palms, squeezed a little. Unable to bear the shame, Ryla closed her eyes and allowed the juvenile pervert to do with her everything he wanted. I felt a hand go over the back and habitually lay down on the base of the tail ... The second one went down and several fingers penetrated into it at once, and the mage's lips closed on the nipple. The treacherous purmer turned on almost immediately, and the tail tried to twist around her tormentor. Unable to stand, she rushed with force. First time, another. There was a crunch. Fox retreated and for some reason wailed. The cat did not listen, now it will be released, fill up this sassy one and show him where the demons spend the night.

- Mrs. Rioni! Ryla! Cat you ... scary, what are you doing!
- For the cat separately answer! - snapped, waking up completely.
Outside the window was dark. The fox, naked and pale, had already lit several candles and was now looking warily at the tigress, cradling his left hand.
- Mrs. Rioni ... Did you have a nightmare? You screamed like that and ... I thought it was death for me.
It became unbearably shameful. So much so that their ears pressed themselves to the head.
- Um ... yes, I had a dream. Fox, what do you have with your hand?
- I do not know. It hurts a lot.
- Come here, please. I'll see.

He moved slowly and somewhat uncertainly. Tigress imagined how he should feel after yesterday, and it became doubly embarrassing. It seemed that even the fur would turn red now. Sniffing, Ryla realized that the air barely noticeable smell of blood. Having unfolded the Fox that had approached her, she saw scratches on his shoulders, fortunately shallow ones - it seemed that, rushing, she released her claws. Without a word, she began to touch the affected limb. It looks like the forearm has flown out of the joint, but at least the bones are intact. Fox was very lucky that she didn’t think of hitting her again with her legs. Or bite for real.
She brought her backpack from the living room and took out a warming ointment and clean linen ribbons from it. Then, without warning, she grabbed Fox by the sore arm and quickly moved the joint. The guy twisted, but this time he was silent. Having smeared and tightly bandaged the injured place, Ryla climbed onto the bed with her legs and, gently holding the fox, licked the scratches. When she finished, she hugged him, feeling him flinch again. Well, yes, now every touch causes pain and nothing can help here. Perhaps, with the load on the first day she went over.

- Thank you, Ms. Rioni. Sorry, I have to go to the workshop - tomorrow morning the buyer will come for his order.
“After all, it's night outside, where are you?” The tigress quietly asked, opening her arms.
- I had to finish everything yesterday. - The magician rose, threw his shirt and pants and stumbled to the exit.
"Got it, fool woolen."
Ryla buried herself in a pillow, fighting the tears that stifled her. She will not go to him, will not go. He himself is to blame.In the end, is she a warrior or a homeless one?

***

Despite the wild pain throughout his body, his head was surprisingly clear. Fox entered the dark room and snapped his fingers, including the light. Quartz crystals on the ceiling flared in full force, blinding the eyes accustomed to the darkness and forcing to close my eyes. Blinking, he went to the safe - he squeaked, recognizing the owner, and opened. The magician took out a large velvet box and set it on the desk.

The initial enchantment of the masterpiece was performed by the customer himself. A fine-meshed gold network woven from the finest wires. And microscopic diamonds in knots. Thousands, tens of thousands of diamonds. Looking around this miracle for the first time, Fox was amazed how it was possible to make vertical and horizontal wires never touch each other.
Focusing on the structure of the crystals, he closed his eyes. The task was, in general, simple - the customer gave a sample of the enchanted diamond, and all that remained was to copy it with very few changes. But it was difficult to keep track of such a field, but even here he was helped by issuing a test artifact on parole. He could not understand his structure, although he tried very hard. In any case, the brain worked like a clock, and he leaned on, feeling Merge envelop him. He did not notice Riley’s quiet footsteps, immersed in work.

***

The tigress, who wore only her pantaloons, watched the magician. He held his hands over the table, and bright white rays fell from the tips of his fingers, striking crystals and generating multicolored highlights. Then she noticed the golden net on the table and was stunned. That was certainly worth a fortune. And he did not have the money to give her the unfortunate gold? Something here was unclean.
Somewhere in an hour - she had already managed to doze off in a chair - Fox decided to take a break, Merging pulled out forces not worse than hard physical labor. Opening his eyes, he flinched - his tormentor looked at him attentively.
- Mrs. Rioni, you wanted something?
- Do not call me so ... Fox, I'm sorry, huh?
- This is not your fault. - turned away, preparing to plunge into the Merger again.
"Looks like we were just sent."

The tigress sighed heavily and sat down on the floor beside him. Nudged her hand, asking for affection. The fingers of the Fox ran reflexively a couple of times over the fur on her head, scratched behind the ears. Then he went to work again. Sighing heavily again, Ryla left to dress.
In the kitchen, Fox reigned in a rout. The dishes were lying somewhere, but, interestingly, clean. How does the artifact plate, she figured out quickly. Then came through the glacier, which was right there, through the wall. As a beggar artifactor (in itself, bullshit) can afford to keep such a house - another strange discrepancy. For the sake of interest she climbed down to the basement. Cross, as expected, did not find. Only a few Y-shaped mounting columns, without attachments for arms and head.
From the food in the glacier was the same beef broth, which he treated her yesterday. Meat, however, it was no longer there. After carefully examining the space for a hanging mouse, Reila looked out of the window and noticed that a thin orange-red strip was already appearing in the east. “He, probably, is eating nothing for the second day.”

Wearing armor and a harness with swords, she gathered on the market.

The Waldburg market just woke up. The merchants scraped down the stalls under the supervision of hundreds of the market (as always, the change of guards was not sleepy, and therefore angry), the most nimble already laid out the goods. There were almost no buyers, only sleepy servants from rich houses. The mercenary found fresh meat by smell, bought several large pieces of beef and pork, which cost her only half silver. Not holding back, grabbed the still alive catfish. I went to the grocery store, where a sleepy clerk weighed several sacks of various cereals and three flasks with spices, with well-worn thin sections. This joy cost much more than all other purchases combined. From a fat peasant woman looking at her with superstitious fear, she acquired various vegetables — for Fox.

On the way back I looked to the baker, but gray-haired mustache ...