(Sorry, midterms and the catchup that comes after them are hell<img alt=":p" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite7" data-shortname=":p" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Stick Out Tongue    :p"/>)<br/><br/>Watching the conversations occurring at the table next to his as he enjoyed his ale, Nabriel guided his mage hand spell that had delivered the coins over to the pretty Drow's backside and give it a squeeze before letting the spell fade away and standing up. "Well then it seems like you could use Nabriel, the Grandmaster of the Arcane, on this quest of mercy and pretty women." Nabriel stated as he promptly and figuratively smashed his way into the group. It was clear that he was not taking no for an answer.