<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/>He watched the boy's lips move as he spoke. Something about the curves and the way the words were formed and the sweet timbre of voice made him ever more curious. Although Arouj was doing his best to maintain an affable expression, he couldn't quite hold the facade as the words sank in.<br/><br/>“Mar-tee. From Virginia Colony.” With a deep chuckle and shake of his head, the Maghrebian leaned against the high wooden back of the bench seat and stretched. The little rabbit had shrunk away from him once already and he was all too happy to put on a full display of his height and muscle now that barely two feet of air separated them. He laced his long fingers together behind his head, biceps flexed, and smiled like a cat that had found an unguarded kettle of fish.<br/><br/>“You have no ship. You have no crew. And you are,” his lower lip curled in with pleasure, “in Port Diablo of the Caribbean Sea. Alone!”<br/><br/>At the last word he lunged forward and slammed his palms on the table, just to see if the rabbit would run.<br/>