"Don't make me regret tha thing I be doing now... Don't ya dare..."<br/><br/>Magrev watched as the mage started to conjure something. Her movements were fluid, sensual. Her hands waved in the air and the room was bathed with a soft blue light. Runes seemed to appear in the air before isappearing, orbs of light surrounded the women as a rift in space appeared above her. His hands went down to his sheaths, many of them empty. A burst of panic shot through him as he remembered where each dagger was dropped. He did not have much time if he wanted to retrieve his weapons. In a flash he was gone. A blur could be seen as he moved to retrieve each dagger. The door of the room opened and a Goblin Bruiser was in the doorway. He had heard the racket and the damage done to the room was only more proof against him. Magrev reacted quickly, sprinting towards the Goblin before kicking him in the jaw, sending him to the floor in pain. He grabbed his last two daggers and rushed towards the closing portal. He leaped into the air to try and make it through.<br/><br/>A brilliant flash lit up the room before a resounding crack was heard. THe portal closed, leaving no traces of the two fugitives besides a smoldering section of blackened floor.<br/><br/>Across Booty Bay, a similar flash and crack was heard. A brilliant rift opened up before two figures were spat out.<br/><br/>Magrev tumbled onto the ground, his jump from the room culminating in him crashing into the L'odu, sending them both to the floor. He tried to regain his bearing, portals were not a familiar thing for him. His surroundings were hazy, dark. It seemed they were in a room, a soft light lit it up, as if from a fire. Whatever it was it definitely wasn't the harsh light of the sun. An aroma lingered in the air, something like perfume. Then it hit him. He was on top of his new guide. Her scent, a mix of sweat and something else, filled his nostrils. His artificial heart started to beat faster. Again, this old feeling he had no name for was being felt, although much stronger now. He knew he had to get off, but something inside him prevented him from doing so. He could almost feel his blood rushing around his body and started to feeling something else that hadn't occurred in the longest time, he felt his member start to stiffen.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I'm sorry m'lad-</span>", he started before he was cut off by the high pitch screech of another woman. He looked up, finally alert, to find a naked woman in a bed, staring at the two and screaming. He looked around and found the soft light that lit the room were from small fires, the aroma from the the scented candles they danced upon. The woman frantically jumped the bed and bolted for the door before making a loud and quick escape. A soft chuckle escaped him. What a surprising turn of events this was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>