<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">After driving off into the Casino's valet entrance, a man dressed in a <span style="font-style: italic">Salvatore Ferragamo</span> <a class="postlink" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/2uq2b09.jpg">outfit</a> handed a brand new silver <a class="postlink" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/2pq1j5e.jpg">2014 Audi R8 V10 CoupÃ©</a> keys to a mid-aged valet. This last sporting a welcoming, warm expression handed him a dark blue ticket which he was to present on his way out. Anybody would look classy and chic in inexpensive garments, and Solas was not stupid to fall for expensive designer names but since he was able to afford it then he did not see why not. At the end, the quality did play a major role when it came to certain items such as perfumes, but one can find satisfaction in inexpensive names at a fraction of the price.<br/><br/>A pinstriped white shirt made of smooth cotton and topped with a crisp button-down collar clothed the man's upper body. His legs were covered with a pair of slim-fit jeans of a dark indigo color. The material was stretchy denim; contemporary styling. Solas entered the Casino holding in his left arm a trim-fit two-button blazer, crafted from a fine blend of merino wool and hemp by the aforementioned designer, and his feet found a comfortable shelter in a pair of black Ticino leather with one buckle on the side on each shoe. There was also something different about the man. His once long hair was cut in a Keith Urban haircut with a twist to it - a slightly layered neck length shag with side parting instead of middle parting.<br/><br/>Walking past the Security Guards and into the Casino's waiting lounge, the man's heart skipped, excited to see Millicient again. Arriving about an hour ago from New York, Solas checked in at the Harrah's Hotel and obtained a key to  one of the Hotel's signature suites; a <a class="postlink" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/35asuaa.jpg">Deluxe Executive Suite</a> where he planned to spend the night in his Beloved's company. The man did not get a chance to see her just yet after two long freaking weeks of being away. His farewell to her and her daughter that day weighed heavy on his heart and for many other reasons he could not explain. He found himself longing to know how her daughter has being doing and he was quiet excited to see Isolde again for they had so much to talk about. Her presence was extremely valuable and entertaining. A very special being and even a mortal would be able to sense ancient  inner strength radiating from the woman. Such a brave and generous soul. A soul he would never have taken, not even when he had a chance to, <span style="font-style: italic">that one somber day they burned her at the stake.</span><br/><br/>Suddenly, the man stopped short and the corners of his lips turned into a broad smile as he turned around to set eyes on the familiar form, momentarily breathless at the sight of her. <span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Millicient"</span></span></span> He said under his breath as he stepped to meet her at the large double glass doors. Even before the automatic sliding door sensor was able to detect Millicient, Solas sensed her not too far away to the point where he could almost smell her scent.</span></ul>