<a class="username" data-user-id="34273" data-username="@Ahlanna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34273/">@Ahlanna</a><br/><br/><b>White Winged Griffon - Common Room</b><br/><br/>The owner of the inn was nearly as unkempt as his property.  He had watched the newcomer and her fine clothes and even finer body as she floundered about his establishment like a fish out of water.  As she spoke her fine words the right hand side of his upper lip quivered as if he were suppressing the urge to snarl at this well packaged, whatever a female buffoon was called.  He seemed to get the quiver fully under control as her right hand opened with enough coin for him to throw everyone else out and still come out ahead for the night.<br/><br/>The pleasant sound and sight of the coins on his bar were about the only thing interesting enough to peel his eyes from her breasts as he quickly scooped the shiny coins from the counter before anyone could see them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"> "Right away Missy." </span>He said in a quiet hiss that pretty much passed for his best behavior.  His good fortune for the night enough to even keep a civil tongue in his head as he observed the gnome while delivering their ales.  He pretty much ignored the gnome who barely seemed to notice he was already bringing his ale even as he was ordering it.  Gnomes were funny folk, inquisitive to the slightest of details but often oblivious to the world at large.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"They make a right silly pair them two."</span>He muttered under his breath on the way back to his station at the bar.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"I don't slither Ix, I earned my way with skill and daring."</span>He said to her, trying to preserve his dignity in the face of the young noblewoman's poor choice of words considering his intense fear of snakes.  His large eyes blinked slowly as she began to bubble up a plan.  It reminded him why they did most of their planning while Ixana was cooking.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"We can try that but first maybe we should scout it out, I got a plan to get us in there and then we bust her out if we can while we make our escape."</span>He said, his enthusiasm for his idea brightening his eyes as he talked.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"I can set you up as one of the captives, but I set the locks on your restraints so you can slip out of them when ready.  You get in, free yourself, cut up some bad guys while I cover you with a volley of bolts.  Easy peasy! Just like old times."</span>He told her, believing that even a bad plan laid out with sufficient enthusiasm might win her over.  He skipped over any mention of how 'old times' included their party withering away from 34 down to just the two of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Then we can get all vigilante on them once we know where it is and can bring help." </span><br/><br/>He stared at her a moment, never really sure if she was listening to him.  His eyes looked at her but his mind was picturing her bound in the very shackles he had crafted just for her.  It was possible, that his plan was a bit too heavily influenced by his desire to see the beautiful warlock bound and perhaps wearing even less than she normally did.