Despite his overly dramatic heir, Lyari liked him.  She found Shamlen much different than the usual rabble in the best of ways.  The girl was so used to men stomping in, tossing down their coin and railing her that she'd all but forgotten about subtlety and gentleness.  Shamlen exuded both on a grand scale.  He seemed to want more from Lyari than just sex.  He wanted companionship.<br/><br/>The girl strode over to him, swaying her hips seductively as she walked.  A small hand sat delicately on his left shoulder as she lowered herself to his left knee, her legs between his.  She stared into his warm eyes and smiled.<strong> "My journey wasn't the kind of things written about in legend. I generally took long walks through the forest and sat occasionally to read or write. Just a few days by myself to enjoy nature and peace. Surely you have grander tales than that." </strong>She raised the chalice to her lips again and sipped, never removing her gaze from the man.