<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79489.msg3536473#msg3536473">Quote from: Ixy on 26-08-2010, 02:44:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aeran's boots crush the pulverized shell path softer than the average traveler, but she's rather hard to miss-- though more demurely dressed than a few moments before, it's obvious that she's trancended beyond the bounds of mortal physics in that she moves like a cat with a figure that is almost overwhelming to see.   Seven or so of the locals in the Devil Ray look up reflexively as she enters through the batwing doors-- mouths open and eyes wide in awe-- before they snap their gaze back to their mugs or their knife-games.  They share a mutual groan over the mayhem that is about to ensue, for it's a scene any hard-drinker of the city has become most familiar with.<br/><br/>The strangers from the recently arrived ship are evident-- they've taken a long table near the corner, and one of the armored men is dismissing the second of a pair of boldly soliciting prostitutes who have wisely pegged the four strangers as possessing of a bit more coin than the dozen salty dogs.  The girls bide their time, a couple jealously scowling at Aeran, but a couple others playing it wise-- let them get riled up at the sight and they'll get desperate... indeed, the wisest of the whores knows she can charge double tonight.<br/><br/>A trio of the new sailors, freshly armed and dangerous with fresh flagons of the cheap ale that Bartleby (the Tiefling proprietor of the establishment) affectionately refers to as 'Dogpiss Soda', lay eyes upon Aeran's assets before the locals can warn them away.  They move quick, their months at sea having reduced their good sense as well as their manners, and they move to take up Aeran's company-- "Holy shit, LAND HO!" says, "Aye, and a mountainous land at that!" answers the second.  The third merely stares, a thin rope of drool dangling from his protruding lower lip.  <br/>(http://imgur.com/Z5Rwy.jpg) (http://imgur.com/v9iq7.jpg)<br/><br/>*<br/>On the porch, Ajax and Davor have a clear view of an an incredibly sexy young woman who struts up the steps and through the doors. The bounce in her chest is practically hypnotic.  Just after she enters, they hear a ruckus-- no surprise-- and the serving girl ducks her way out.  She bears a tray-- two bowls and a small basket sit upon it, draped in cheesecloth, and two upside down copper chalices as well.  She sets them down rapidly-- two wooden spoons follow, and she sets up the cups.  She seems embarrassed to make eye contact with either man.  "The menu is a little short today..." the bowl evidently contains a roast turnip, crab, and citrus stew, and in the second there's a pair of kallish skeweres-- fine-boned flying lizards, easily raised and fattened in captivity, skinned and grilled to be basted with coconut oil.  The good news is that they <i>taste</i> like chicken, and skinned and prepared properly they can be eaten whole.  The bones add a nice crunch.<br/><br/>The girl seems about to speak, then turns away with her wooden tray.  She then turns back with her mouth open and her eyes expectant-- "Ah-- pardon me.  I'm--"  She dips her face, then continues speaking.  "If you're with those others in there... if that was magic?  I want to know what you're doing here."  She looks up then, as if trying to make eye contact, but stares at the glinting sun and roiling clouds' reflections on the harbor.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Davor blinked a few times finding himself in quiet admiration of the female body once more but had the composure to keep his thoughts silent. She was quite breath taking and very beautiful. One could have fantasies in their sleep because of her. He shifted slightly before he noticed the more comely looking serving girl approach as she too was quite fetching when she was cleaned up well. Even when she wasn't he admits she's still beautiful. But what was more beautiful was the breathtaking cuisine that came his way. Whilst it was limited to its own resources he found no fault in the replacements for his order. His mouth was salivating as looked at the food. The aroma and look of the cuisine... it was quite delicious. He prefers his own wine chilled so when he had the chance to chill his cup of wine he did with minor magic as the copper cup turned frosted and sweated cool liquid along the outside. More then likely the serving girl would see that small display and could easily peg him as the one who cooled her off. And also inadvertantly made her blush.<br/><br/>Davor would speak up when she started becoming timid and asked about his magic and the like<strong>"M'lady, there's no need to be fearful of the likes of me. Especially when the worst I could do is give some relief from the sweltering heat for you."</strong>He said gently his voice clear and well articulated, the signs of an enlightened man. He sipped his wine before continuing on.<strong>"Now Ma'am, what exactly do you mean when you mention the others. Perhaps those four travelers? Well, I am not with them. I am here on my own if you can believe such a thing."</strong>He placed down four gold coins as her personal tip which might be considerably generous if one could see the conditions of this village. His eyes would maintain proper hemisphere with the serving woman as he then asked<strong>"So what news has reached your ears by chance? Anything interesting of note around the town?"</strong>He did however pay attention to the sailors and their pestering of perhaps a dangerous woman in the ways of Aeran. Still if it looked like there might be more trouble then the place or her could handle he would keep himself steady.