Werther searched the island for a while and found plenty of Seastone, just as he'd expected.
But he ran into a problem: his bag was too small to hold it all. He had to find a larger one aboard a ship by the shore.
The ships around the island belonged to Werther now. Once he finished gathering Seastone, he planned to loot them one by one.
After several circuits of the island, Werther could find no more exposed Seastone. He had no intention of digging for what lay underground; he already had a bulging bagful, enough to replace his ship's entire hull with it.
He slung the heavy bag over his back and returned to the battlefield.
Charlotte Launi had regained consciousness. The wound on her back had vanished, while the one on her abdomen had been stitched shut with fur Tuski had produced using his power.
But when Werther saw Erin, he choked on the wine he was drinking and spent a good while coughing.
Once he recovered, Werther walked over to the beautiful woman, whose face was now bright red.
For some reason, Tuski had bound Erin hand and foot with fur. That alone was bad enough.
Worse, Tuski had tied her up in an utterly humiliating pose, with the bindings pressing against her breasts and her legs forced apart and tied to her hands. She looked as though some pervert had put her through a humiliating session of bondage play.
That's Tuski for you. The rabbit's a real old hand at this.
"Hey, Rabbit, what's going on here? Untie her already. Even I can't bear to look." Seeing that Erin was about to faint from embarrassment, Werther urged Tuski to let her go.
Tuski nodded. It seemed he hadn't meant to tie Erin up that way. Perhaps