Visions of naked, nubile vixens occupied Temmit's adolescent mind as he followed his leader through the catacombs of Low Town, and the Cordello district in particular. So much had happened in just a few short hours; the world, he thought, was a much larger place than he had thought.
"They weren't really vixens, you know." Smokey interjected.
"I know." Temmit conceded. They weren't vixens at all, actually. They were articulate, and seemed very intelligent and worldly. More worldly by far than Temmit himself.
"You'd best not bump into Renee with that thing sticking out like that." Smokey teased.
Temmit flushed with embarrassment. He brought himself to bear, trying to banish the lingering visions from his mind, but it wasn't EVER that he had seen ONE naked woman, let alone the bevy that Sephlin maintained. Temmit felt sure that if he had ever been one to sleep, he no longer would be. He looked up then and noted that Renee had leaned heavily against the wall of the corridor. She held her face down and in her hand.
"She's crying." Smokey noted.
"Umm..." Temmit cast about the corridor.
"No one is here." Smokey informed him.
"Then why is she crying?"
"Becuase she's got you for a companion." He quipped.
"That would certainly do it." Temmit conceded as he stared dumbfounded at his leader.
"Do something."
"Huh?" Temmit blinked his eyes while he tried to understand what Smokey was saying.
"Do something." The crystal repeated.
"What am I supposed to do?" The echo that returned from the Low Town corridors made Temmit aware that his thinking had breached his mouth. "I mean...um...what's wrong?" He asked stupidly. He fumbled with his hands, not really sure what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to react. He searched his mind on the hours past for a clue as to what was ailing Renee. Leslie's abduction? Not likely: too far in the past. All that money spent? Perhaps. What else?
