<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Ah yes Tymora, a worthy patron." </span>Ivan agreed enthusiastically as he seemed to hang on every word coming from Ixana's soft red lips.  Lars crossed his arms over the chair back in front of him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Tymoran coin is as good as anyone's, if you can get them to pay up."</span>He didn't look optimistic about such a plan but made clear that his loyalty lied pretty close to his coin purse.  He began looking towards the door as she mentioned Steelshank and her references.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Look no further miss, I will pledge to you my sword arm in front of the Tymoran priestess and surely she will trust in your plan as strongly as I do." </span>Ivan again seemed all in with whatever Ixana wanted to do.  Lars gave a bemused laugh at her idea of using the captives as allies.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Had they much along the line of 'capabilites' they wouldn't be captives now would they?"</span>He seemed to bring a cold shower of practical logic on the niceties of any plan the enthusiastic young beauty had to offer.<br/><br/>As Ixana, scraping the bottom of her optimistic barrel apparently, mentioned the burnishing of reputations, Ivan looked at Lars for perhaps the first time.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Couldn't hurt to have a few ladies look your way for a change."</span>He said with barely concealed vanity, still conscious that at least a half dozen ladies in the inn had been watching Ivan.  Lars gave him a look that might well have melted him before turning his eyes back onto Ixana's breasts before lifting them heavily to catch her eyes.  He held up his fist and raised his index finger as if signifying the #1.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Equal shares of whatever plunder is there."</span>A second finger rose next to the first.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"You leave this irritating boil behind."</span>He nodded towards Ivan as a third finger rose.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I get my choice of the best of the captives for myself, you can free the rest if you want and I won't claim your friend."</span>Sensing that third condition might be just a bit too far for the idealistic lady he offered an option.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Or, you and I can negotiate other terms back at my room when we are done here."</span>His eyes fell back down along Ixana's body.