<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>For the time being, Torven lay silent, save for the occasional small noise of encouragement.  He steadily relaxed beneath her expert hand, idly telling himsel that Isulura was easily better at this than he was.  And, why shouldn't she be?  He'd learned through necessity, and practiced on knotty people or various species who'd just been working out or fighting.  The end goal was to keep people from being injured.  Her's had been to please people.