<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Briza<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valen, Sovelis, Open<br/>As the Bosmer began, Briza just let out a soft giggle between his words. She took a seat as he continued, after all she didn't get the chance to mingle with a mer everyday. It was always amusing how their kind tended to banter, but in truth she enjoyed to a certain degree. Her interest was finally peaked when he called out her name, however, and that set the Lady of Riften aback. Studying his features, it didn't take her long to match the then young elf to the handsome mer that now sat across from her.<br/><br/>Briza tangled a single finger through a loose strand of hair as he continued the idle flattery. Oh how she loved being complimented on her looks! Though when he mentioned her forgetting, it was everything she could do not to venture a blush.<strong>"Of course I haven't forgotten, dear. You were one of my favorite students back then. Always eager to learn, even if you were hard headed about it at times."</strong>She said with a giggle, then sent a few more coins to a barmaid that was passing by.<strong>"A couple more drinks. Oblivion, give a round to the bar on me. Just make sure it's black briar stock."</strong>She cooed to the barmaid, then brought her eyes back to the bosmer before her.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know if you've had a chance to taste the new stock. I'm very fond of it. And please, go on; you aren't bothering me at all, handsome."</strong>Briza added with a coo, but that's when the door swung open to grab her attention. Crimson eyes followed the noise, and she started at the legs of a handsome dunmer.<em>Mmm, more eye candy.</em>She thought at first, but that was until her eyes traveled upward; and she began to notice the trappings of the Morag Tong. It was everything she could do not to display the red on her face, had they finally found her.<br/><br/>What's worse is Briza seen him looking her way, so quickly; but covertly, the dark elf turned to look back at the bosmer.<strong>"Some people. Walking in and tracking snow across such a fine oak floor."</strong>She huffed to cover her fear, which was something she was honestly very good at.<strong>"Anyhow, should we head to the college and get out of this scene. I have a few things I could still show you."</strong>She ventured suggestively, truthfully wanting to get away from the assassin that had just entered the room. While she wouldn't normally turn the handsome bosmer down, she usually made the men work at it a little harder.<br/><br/>Briza couldn't have herself seen as being afraid, though; and when she planned on possibly giving the mer a good time in the first place, what was the point in beating around the bush. One eye ventured back to the assassin then, studying him while seeming like she was simply surveying the bar. What was he doing here? She wouldn't be dragged back to morrowind, dead or alive. And despite it all, he couldn't touch her openly. Not here in skyrim, they didn't have the legal sanction they had back home. Those were the thoughts she comforted herself with, anyhow.