Well, it certainly had been a long day for Bellicious. Ever since he had first stepped into town, his first want was to visit any sort of public library they had just to fill his head with more wonders of magic or swordplay but he had to sway himself from wanting to do that. After all, he had came here for a significantly larger and more important reason. To find any news or tips about the person that had left him in awe when he had visited his hometown. Everything else could take a back seat for the moment.<br/><br/>But it seemed that his search failed to bring any success, from searching around to asking about with only vague descriptions of the person he could barely recall. Needless to say, today was nothing but a bust. A complete failure and lack of time. And apparently that look must've shown on his face with the last person he asked, earning the polite suggestion to visit a place called the Venomous Voice. Quite the strange name, it was.<br/><br/>Not that it stopped him from going that night, the naga sitting upon his coils as he watched the mesmerizing show with an almost hypnotic appeal. Despite the fact that he hadn't been one for song and performance, it was rather difficult to peel his eyes away from the show.<br/><br/>(Perception check 2+5=7. Failed~)<br/><br/>After all, being in a homely place where the occasional entertainment came from mock duels and crop juggling, it was a privilege to hear such a beaut. But the real surprise came from watching as that same gorgeous harpy devour the elf, the gluttonous act rousing a few grumbles from his own belly along with a slight blush to his own cheeks. Aside from having contest to see who could swallow the largest watermelon and the like, this was one of the very few times Bellicious had seen vore up front.<br/><br/>As the thrilling performance came to an end, the naga could only clap absentmindedly. It was only by the serving girl harpy's touch that he was brought back to reality, giving a shiver at the suddenness of it before hearing that his presence was requested in the private dressing room. "A-Ah, alright. Thank you." Such a delightful request, even if it was quite odd. Still, no reason to refuse.<br/><br/>Pushing himself away the table slightly, the naga began to unwind himself before setting off backstage, deciding to straighten himself up to at least appear proper. Carefully rearranging his long locks of orange so that they weren't a tangled mess, he began to feel his rather plain face for any signs of dust or blemish. His green eyes scanned over the rest of his rather lithe body, from the brown vest to the green sash that draped from his hip, glinting with satisfaction. Feeling over the pommel of his longsword to reassure himself that it was there, he gave a nod before continuing forth the dressing room where his presence was so kindly asked...