<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Dhampir Alchemist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rei<br/><br/>Lucien watched the remainder of the fight intensely. Even injured his eyes did not leave the product of his work, especially as it affected a woman capable of such skillful violence. He would have to commend her once this was all over, that he knew well. And, given her skillful display, it did not take long for her opponent to fall into neatly cut logs, in tune with the sheathing of her blade. Suppressing a smile, he moved ahead to check the direction the two dummies came from. There he heard no creaking, but he did see a worktable. And on it lay something quite interesting. "I see..."<br/><br/>He turned, marching toward his ally to tell her of his findings--and for much needed updates on her condition--and he arrived just in time to hear a beautifully soft moan stretch from her lips to the cave walls. Immediately part of him hoped that he misheard or misunderstood. If only to spite the parts of him that thrilled at the thought of deviancy--<em>especially</em>amidst battle. Old habits died hard.<br/><br/>By the time he reached her she seemed to be normal, or at the very least she wasn't grinding against her own palm as his imagination briefly conjured. Maybe he was overthinking a mere sound of exertion, letting his mind run wild after the excitement of a fight.<br/><br/>When she asked about his injury, he lightly shook his head. "I'm just fine. My particular biology makes it so that I don't...bleed much. And I can very much remember my last thoughts. More importantly," now he leaned in, reaching eye level with her and watching her with close scrutiny, "I heard you make a...sound. Is the potion causing you any discomfort? Do you need more things to destroy? Are experiencing any explosive feelings?" And of course, out came the notepad and inkpen.