<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Aaaah, thats the spirit, love!”</span>Emberspike triumphantly stated.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Yous give us a great honor by letting us brag a bit, I swears.”</span>he continued as the collective rose from their seats, their chairs scraping against the well-worn wooden flor.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Don't underestimate his praises”</span>Bahiyya chuckled:<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“He's been itching to meet someone willing to be his story-telling guinea pig. I'm confident you will not regret this.”</span>she continued, keeping her emerald green eyes fixed on her.<br/><br/>Emberspike took point and guided the small flock towards the upper rooms. He asked the two women to wait while shuffling over to the Baron.<br/>Tamaska could easily see who was in a position of power, as Emberspikes almost casual behavior dissipated the closer he got to the towering noble.<br/><br/>The two conversed up close to the bar in a murmur. The baron didn’t as much as value Tamaska a glance but nodded at his goblinoid employee. Emberspikes claim that the man had a heart of gold was certainly hard to deduct from his outside behavior, that much was certain.<br/>Those entirely white, unsettling, unblinking eyes drilled through the bodyguard relentlessly and it was easy to get the impression that you wouldn’t willingly want to stand under his gaze longer than absolutely necessary.<br/><br/>As if commenting on that notion, Bahiyya leaned in, placing a hand the trolls shoulder, speaking in a hushed tone.. a whisper, in fact, that only made her voice even more purring:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Our Lordship has always been a bit lackluster in his first impressions. It’s simply a matter of getting a bit more intimate with the man, then he’ll open up.”</span><br/><br/>Her hand squeezed the trolls shoulder gently before sliding off; Emberspike returned in a cocksure stride and gestured with his head for them to follow.<br/><br/>With him yet again taking point, Tamaska would follow him and have the constant burning glance of Bahiyya in her neck; Should she look across her shoulder, the blood elf in disguise would wear her best impression of an innocent smile added that little “something”.<br/><br/>Their suite, situated in the far end of the inn, was closed off by a large two-split wooden door opening inwards; Emberspike slid the equally capacious key into its keyhole and pushed the heavy doors open.<br/><br/>The master’s bed was directly opposite the door. It was a massive wood-frame bed with draping falling heavily on all sides. A massive stone table decked with a red silk sheet stood in the middle of the bear-carpeted room, in this case topped with various travelling satchels, potions, scrolls and trinkets of all sorts.<br/>A veritable island of feather-soft pillows had been strayed in the corner to the left of the masters bed and Tamaska could instantly recognize the characteristic shape of a water-pipe close by.<br/>Closer to the exit along the left wall, a smaller wooden door led into another room, presumably the servants’ sleeping quarters.<br/>Along the right wall, a massive fireplace was found. Kept lit, Tamaska could feel the warmth radiating from it. In front of that, a large white bear-skin was flung on the floor.<br/><br/>From the wooden roof, a very ornamental chandelier hung, sporting large black candle-lights bathing the exclusive suite in a molten orange glow.<br/><br/>Generally, the room represented decadence: Nothing was spared in order to satisfy whatever demanding customer might use the accommodation.<br/><br/>Emberspike dislodged his leather chest piece with a surprising ease compared to all the leather straps crosscrossing its main body; either said leatherstraps were for show or had an entirely, hardly comprehensible function. Underneath, his ripped shape was covered by a very exclusive shirt with gold stiches. Evidently, working in the employ of Lord Schwarzhand had some monetary benefits.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Insides you go, make yerself at home. The Lord will not be usin’ it that much juust yet.”</span>Emberspike said with some lazy gestures, throwing his leather-chest on the table.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“A’ll set some waters boiling; Go on, sniff ‘round.”</span>He urged the trolless on before sliding into the next room with a knowing grin plastered on his face.<br/><br/>Bahiyya slid two hands across the trolless’ shoulder and slowly began a oooooooozing massage. She asked in a rehearsed tone as if it was the most natural thing to do such:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“My lord, you are –horribly- tensed up. It must have been –harrowing- for you.”</span>She cooed, smiling like a devil behind the troll when she wasn’t looking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>