Name: Ayr Fairfang<br/>Where: Gehenna<br/>Tag: Marc, other people.<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Ayr decended the stairs returning to the floor re-dressed. As sensual as the outfit was, there was no way the hound archon was going to be pulling a job like this with leather riding up his ass the entire time. Instead draped over his golden form was a single peice jumpsuit of white and black, gloves, boots, wings tucked in against his body. Over his back a pack with the explosives. "Angelic gold, One has to wonder..." he ran his hand along the table where the display had been shown. "aside from base dwarven goldlust, if there's a bigger stake here, that materal can be used for some heavy enchantments." He smiled at Marc, but his attention was then turned to the dragon and the angel, they were so lovely, and now out of his leathers he was feeling less inclined towards the male gender. He was prone to switching his preferences like that.<br/><br/>He tore his eyes away from Ariel's bosom, and placed a duffel bag on the table, unzipping it slowly. "if any of you need perticular weapons, or are lacking firepower, I have some loaners for the group." he said with a wry smile, "as we are facing dwarves, I suggest high impact. Going in Light and fast will simply have the dwarves shrugging you off."<br/>He thought for a moment, turning, "I will be ready and in place when you need me." he began to walk out, enjoying himself at the thought of both the beauty, of both genders in the room, and the bloom of an explosion properly placed and primed. "you have my number Marc."