Soulz leaned back as he downed another ale, then glanced at the pitter patter of rain going on outside the makeshift pub. Heh, he was glad he had gotten indoors before the storm. he was half expecting some of the shapely half naked rogues to come huddling in out of the rain, but there weren't, shame too.  come to think of it, here hadn't seen any of the rogue women in the bar or any of the other makeshift wagon shops. Probably a some warrior vixen code thing about not drinking of something.  he decided as he finished off his ale and slammed the empty mug down on the bar.  "one more..." he said to barkeep who was starting in horror at the skeleton sitting beside him. you every see a dead body before?" he asked the trembling barkeep.<br/><br/>The bar keep couldn't take his eyes away from the empty sockets of the skeleton's skull.  "N-No..." she stammered not daring to look away. " he flinched as the Necromancer slammed his mug down again. "then consider yourself lucky sir...   now get me another ale..."<br/><br/>the barkeep shakily complied and handed him his ale in a fresh mug. "good man," she said with ad grin as he gave cheers to the skeleton who was holding and empty mug. if what was happening down south was spreading up north, the bar keep would see his share of bodies soon enough.  he though to himself as he down the ale. he took the opportunity to spank the cute and busty bar maid as she tried to gather up his dirty mug. the necromancer chuckled  as as glared at him, then looked at the skeleton holding the other mug and minciking the necromancers movement and decided not to tray to take it away.<br/><br/>Soulz Sighed,  he hoped the skeleton with the swag would find a buyer, maybe enough loot to afford some lodging, or maybe some time with one of those rogue women,  or atleast dump to the stuff so he would at least sleep under the wagon tonight...<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The door to the wagon, marked "Gheed's" was rapped upon by a boney knuckle, once, then twice, three times, then insistently...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>the rogue's were not the only one's catching eyes in the rain. a strong masculine arm encircled the shivering sorceress's bare waist and held her close to warm body. "you looking for something girl?" a voice with a thick northern accent asked.<br/><br/>he looked like barbarian, but was dressed in craftman's clothing, probably a merchant. but certainly strong enough to be a barbarian.  he looked over her wet, practically naked body, tanned skin, bare legs, ample breasts and a pretty face.<br/><br/>"you from a harem?" he asked, looked at her cleavage then her.