<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/f0b9l.jpg)</div>At The Devil Ray, The young serving woman's eyes are wide as she feels the sudden rush of cool air from Davor's spell.  When her thin shirt settles back against her flesh, it's against goose-pimpled flesh and-- thanks to the slight gap between the leather apron and her swells of breasts-- nipples made pert by surprise and cool air.  The server's garb freshened, it's easier to see that she's quite attractive, and a fetching blush tints her cheekbones very suddenly.<br/><br/>She looks from Davor to Ajax and starts nervously at Ajax's grip-- she stands staring for a few brief seconds until her surprise and curiosity are overwhelmed by good sense, and she swiftly ducks through the batwing-style half-doors, their weight causing them to swing raucously back to their closed position after a few rattling back-swings.  Though out of sight, they can easily imagine her progress through the room by the appreciative cat-calls.<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>Fahsen grins appreciatively at the buxom woman's understanding, glad that he wasn't alone in his insights.  "They're at the cafe' now.  Hopefully, getting a few good drinks in them to loosen their lips."  He winks at that, his flirtation amusingly disarming for a youth.  "And no worries.  I'm sure they'll loosen plenty else, too."  He makes his way toward the shore again-- "I know always where to bring my information first!  And if you go adventuring with them, bring me along!"  He lifts his hand in a brief salute before trotting back toward the fort, its gray bulk sitting like a squat, sleeping bull on the horizon.<br/><br/>The last of the cargo is being secured on and below decks, and the moorings are being loosed already.  "Shall we send them on, dockmaster?"