The whisp lead him to a small tent where Lyliandre was already boiling water for the tea. The muse proved charming, smiling all the time while pouring tea, inquiring about his health, and the trouble he might have encountered on the road. The Jaka felt his mental shield sliding away several times at inopportune moments, although he made sure to be looking away from her, so she doesn't make a connection.<br/>Suddenly, Lyliandre stopped sipping on her tea and leaned toward him on her rug.<br/>"You are a dangerous, violent person", she stated matter-of-factly. "I can't tell if you like violence, or just had to use it too often and it became a habit to you..."<br/>She sighed deeply.<br/>"Alas, not everybody reveres Life. But I'm afraid I might need the services of one like you. Would you be interested in a contract to keep me safe? I have an enemy who doesn't revere Life, or anything short of money for that matter, and I might be willing to buy the services of one like you!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3725205#msg3725205">Quote from: BenedictWolfe on 05-10-2010, 04:46:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Xionphan stood at the edge of the festivities, idly holding a cup of some sort of alcoholic beverage which he had yet to taste. Weddings weren't..... A common event for him. They had little meaning for most Xambrians, for few of them ever took up a bond even amongst themselves, and he wasn't even associated with the present couple. He had been invited to the festivities as a matter of courtesy after having been chatted to - mostly one way - by one of the men from the camp that had visited the inn in which he was staying. He wasn't entirely sure why he decided to come. Of course, there wasn't much for him to do under the circumstances and at least the food and drink were free.<br/><br/>Presently he was approached a Cymrillian donned with armour and carrying a sword at his hip. Xionphan looked over at the man as he stepped up and bowed to him, more than was strictly called for by polite company, and introduced himself as Dinigorgeous. Xionphan gave a slight, short bow of his own and upon being queried about his name he replied, after a pause: "<em>I am he.</em>"<br/>He didn't know how this richly dressed man knew him by name, other than if the Sarista man who had invited him had spread it around. But he said no more, waiting for the Cymrillian to go ahead.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Wonderful! I have heard your abilities with a blade are something to be proud of. Can we strike a deal?"<br/>Dingo smiles devilishly.<br/>"You give me a lesson, or you give everybody an exhibition, at your choice. For my part, I will give you some information that I believe might be important for you!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3725568#msg3725568">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-10-2010, 05:59:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The masked one accepts after a moment of hesitation.<br/><br/>"I am not the skilled partner you deserve," she tells him softly, her voice carrying a peculiar accent..not at all the usual one for an Arimite, either.  "I warn you that your feet may not love you for your generosity, but I shall do my best not to tread upon them."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man giggled, almost like a girl. Well, he was young, so it was understandable.<br/>"If I only danced with good dancers, I would soon run out of partners. I prefer dancing with intriguing ones, whatever their skill!"<br/>He stretches his hand towards her, inviting her to take it and begin.