Dick opened his eyes from a deep sleep. Even though his current body no longer needed such an inefficient way of replenishing his stamina, habits from his days as a mortal were hard to change. Besides, with a beauty beside him, sleep was more than a diversion. Sylvanas's delicate face rested on his chest, her jade-like hands wrapped around his neck. Her hair lay loose, perfectly complementing skin so tender it seemed a breath could break it, like the most seductive witch in mythology.
Such attachment, such nightly pleasure, made it hard to connect the half-naked beauty before him with the cold Ranger-General she had once been. But once a stubborn, endearingly foolish woman set her mind on something, she found it hard to turn back. Fortunately, our Sylvanas had entrusted herself to neither scum nor a villain, and that was enough to silence our curses.
Dick gently rolled the beauty over, slipped out of bed, dressed, and put on his armor. Finally, he bent down and lightly kissed the sleeping Sylvanas on the lips. This foolish woman's body had not fully recovered, and he had to take good care of her. But however reluctant he was to leave, there were things he had to do today.
Anything that could draw a healthy young man away from such tender company had to be important indeed. Of course, it was not the Satyr Keystone. Illidan had said three days, and three days it would be. Even Dick could not change that decision, though fortunately, he had no need to.
He had already collected more than half of the thirty-six artifacts he remembered, while some remained entirely unaccounted for. He had originally sent Senxia to Mardum just to try his luck, but this pirate subordinate, whose luck had always been good, had