The priestess's directions proved true and before long Sorhafe found herself perched on a hill overlooking the lieutenant's base of operations. It was surprising in just how mundane it was. There were no walls and no guards. No fences and no gates. It was, as far as she could tell, a regular countryside estate surrounded on all sides by extensive fields and barns. Were it not for a stone sign at the path leading up to it reading "Lady Della's Royal Estate" she might have mistaken it for something else.
Sorhafe descended down the hill, approaching through a sea of grass. As she got closer, her Elf eyes noticed two oddities. The first were the peasants working the fields: the women of child-baring age were almost entirely all at various stages of pregnancy with some looking fit to burst. The men and women who weren't pregnant were themselves swollen; while not as fat as Steph had been, everyone working the fields was noticeably rotund.
The second thing that caught her eye was a pen of humans. They were on all fours, grazing the grounds and eating a strange, purple grass. Some were engaged in more carnal pursuits, with men mounted doggy-style on women being pressed into the earth. More importantly, though, was the fact that one of these was Aaron! His musclebound form was pounding away at a chubby woman whose face Sorhafe did not recognize. Neither Steph nor Eric seemed to be in the pen.
Sliding up to the fence, she called to her companion, but he was too far to hear her whispered call. Instead she called to a brown-haired pregnant woman closer to the fence. With a mouth full of that strange grass, the woman looked towards her and...