<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/>Lars shows the first hint of a smile through his thick beard as Ixana thanks him for his time in way of a dismissal.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"A slave collar will look good on that pretty little neck of yours, who knows, I might buy you myself."</span>He says before draining his second tankard and slamming it on the table, ale dripping from his beard as he takes one last look at Ixana's cleavage.  He stands and walks to the bar, slapping another coin down for yet another ale as he listens to stories from a couple of washed up adventurers though he continues to stare menacingly at the attractive warlock.<br/><br/>Ivan's arrogance seems to swell a bit as his competition is banished.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"You made the right decision, he was going to be nothing but trouble."</span>He said, his voice taking on a supercilious quality as his eyes return to Ixana's.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Now then, how do you want to go about this?  A frontal assault or a bit more subterfuge?"</span>He seemed quite keen to know how exactly she wanted to go about releasing her friend.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "Do you have any allies? I may be able to make a few, introductions if you feel we need a bit more stealth."  </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">***<br/>
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Back at the room Nocknoss was just putting the finishing touches on a great set of </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://thumbs.worthpoint.com/zoom/images3/1/0709/10/star-wars-stormtrooper-armor-prop_1_2f9482a7b2ffc8dc8f3db2ca71952685.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">wrist binders</span></a><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">, just the right size for Ixana.  He tested them several times (though they were a little big on him) and then waited for her to return.  Waiting is something that hyper-imaginitive gnomes don't do well.  He kept playing with the binders, then started to think about infusing some magic into them.  It would be easy to do, if he had enough time.  But what sort of magic?  </span>