<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/>What? Oh no! Ivan seemed to be jealous of the gnomish stud ... the guard might well be ruining her chances with the vaguely-Nockish man! And she wasn't that sure she was in such a creature's league to begin with. But he did seem to have some interest, and that prospect sent little shivers down her spine.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"No, I uh ... don't fight!"</span>She tries to push her way between the two ... not actually possible with Ivan holding Nock by the neck, but maybe the guard would yield with Ixana involved.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Surely there is some way we can work this out ..."</span>quickly, she hoped as she just might melt having to watch these two grapple in her current state. Obviously the gnome was next-level sexy, but Ivan wasn't exactly chopped liver in the first place.<br/><br/>Her eyes glance over to the sleeping area, and she holds up her wrists, figuring girl-in-bondage was one of the few things that might distract a pair of young heroes from fighting each other and towards pursuits that were rather more suitable to Ixana's current need.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"... preferably involving that bed, me, and a mildly artistic - albeit chaotic - display of colorful silks on the floor nearby."</span>She glances meaningfully down at her outfit.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Is that the sort of thing that might help establish peace betwixt you, handsome sirs?"</span>