<strong>Tyger - With Giselle Do'Urden, trying to relax over dinner.  Toril, Continent of Faerun.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Tyger notices Giselle’s reluctance to join in him the darkened corner and is grateful that she decides to join him. He silently promises to try and break his habit of clinging to the darker corners and choose a better lit table or let her choose their table in the future. His lips slightly curl with the hint of an amused smile. He finds it ironic that he the product of a light elf and a human feels more comfortable in the shadows and she the half dark elf and looking more like that half of her heritage prefer to light and to be seen. By the time their wine arrives and she says his name questioningly though he is distracted by an odd sensation in the shadows. Not the pulsing signal that brought him to this place, but an old familiar sensation indicating that a shadow mage is nearby. His eyes narrow as the follow where his dark skinned lover directs. His lip curls back in a snarl exposing one oversized canine and low menacing growl rumbles from his chest.<br/><br/>The sitting in another dark corner is the one person the ninja hates more than anyone else in the world. The Shadar Kia shadow witch that taken control of him and used him like a puppet just a few decades after he had been given his curse. It was before he had developed his own ability to control the shadows but already had a strong connection through his solidified shadow armor. She had used that connection take control of him and force him to do things while he was aware of what his body was doing but unable to control it himself. That was close to two centuries ago and the first time he had met Giselle. At that thought he turns his eyes back to his beautiful lover and they soften. They had been pitted against each other and if had not been for the dark skinned elfess he may not have been able to break the control the witch had over him. ”I don’t know what she is doing here, but whatever it is it can’t be good. Until she does something though I say we try to ignore her. I can think of far more pleasant activities to do with you then fighting an old nemesis.”