“The skinwalker, resting just across the hall.” He stated, not questioning, as he felt the others who dwelled within these walls. Two measly humans, a saintly dwarf whose very presence he could feel crawling on his skin. It felt like a mere tickle, however, compared to the holy one he wished most to destroy. Finally, the most powerful soul. He closed his eyes as his essence focused on the beast that rest in his bed. A short nod when he saw what he already knew, “he is enamored by you.” He opened his eyes once again to stare right into hers. His grip loosened upon her as his fingers returned to caressing. “He would make a great addition to my army. You can get him for me, can’t you?” His face leaned in closer to hers, their noses just touching as he breathed out, “or, am I asking too much of you?” He moved his hips closer as well until they pressed against her, “perhaps, I need to find a better place for you?” He slithered out his tongue, lightly flicking her lips, leaving a scalding sensation where it touched as a warning of where else she could end up.<br/><br/>————————————————<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="610" data-username="@wretchedmani" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/610/">@wretchedmani</a><br/><br/>Meanwhile, downstairs in the tavern, a pair of eyes watched from a dark shadow, out of sight from the other side of the window peering in curiously at the long dwarf making its way out of the building. After some time passed, the creature worked up the courage to present itself before he left completely.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a strange glimmer, like a small glare made from the sunlight bouncing off a shiny object, began flitting across the room. “Help me! Help me!” A small voice yelled, trying to attract the attention of the dwarf. “Please please!! You must assist!!”