<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4176702#msg4176702">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 25-01-2011, 03:18:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She treated her wives like this?", the man's brows arched even higher. "Ah well, didn't mean to inquire. But you know, curiosity is going to get me..."<br/>He closes in on her, whispering in her ear.<br/>"...in the wrong bed, some night - which might well get me killed!"<br/>He lingers a bit, and she can feel his hot breath, but then the man steps back.<br/>"So, let's change this topic. I think it's time to talk about you. Got any plans for tonight, or the day that would follow it, Fate willing?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Adjia titters awkwardly.<br/><br/>"She was...mmmm, not married.  Honorably widowed, or so everyone said.  I suspect her late husband displeased her somehow, or she displeased him, and he then ran afoul of certain protocols..."<br/><br/>She coughs politely.<br/><br/>"I have no plans for the evening beyond finding somewhere to sleep, and perhaps experimenting with imbibables that are not chakros, and perhaps a Muse or two...not that they're likely to have the time to recite poetry for me or anything, since this is a wedding and all."