<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/>Ivan's eyes struggle to stay focused on the pretty blonde's as she leans forward to take his hand.  His peripheral vision revealing the excellent display of cleavage but he knows his noble warrior act will suffer if he spends too much time ogling Ixana's great tits.  But as she fawns over his story he decides it is worth the risk and will simply seem as if he is being sad.  He takes in an eye full as she squeezes his strong but not overly calloused hand.<br/><br/>He had hoped her sympathy might be followed with an invite to her room.  He was beginning to feel in need of something a bit more than small talk but no amount of woe inspiring tall tales seemed to shut the perky blondes mouth.  His mind was already imagining more creative ways to shut her up.  But that would have to wait, at least for a while.<br/><br/>He smiled at her pirate fantasy, as he finally looked up from an eye full of cleavage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "That sounds very nice."</span>He said with a smile as his face drew closer to hers, his eyes looking deep into hers in an attempt to create a scene where they couldn't help but kiss.  He pulls her hand to his bare chest as if to be nearer his heart, she can feel his well defined pecs and detects a slight hint of lavender.