<strong>Barbarian at the Bar</strong><br/><br/>The halfling sighed slightly sitting up he forced a smile across his face and looked over at his dwarf companion and Weom, sliding away from the bar her circled the crowd and pushed past a few patrons to get to Weom and Forgar.  She stood before them nervously fidgeting glancing between Woem and Forgar,<em>“Ayeah..he botherin yer..”</em>The halfling nerviously looked up and down studying Woem before finishing his words.<em>“Uhh sir ? Dun mind what he says none he dun remember it most of the time or mean it half the time, unless its work...that about the only time yer can take him seriously.”</em><br/><br/>Forgar turned to the halfling and raised someone else's mug from the bar sloshing and spilling its contents<em>“Guntfaaar!.how yer been...where you spring from heheheh sneaky begger, can't sneak up on me though hows yer Marr doin ?”</em>The dwarf winked at the halfling and glanced to Woem nudding at him and grinning.<em>“Yer shud meet is Marr I tell yer, shes a keeper.” </em>The halfing glanced down shaking his head and sighing.<br/><br/>The halfling moved closer to Woem and spoke quietly<em>“I think you got all the sense you might get out of Forgar tonight Sir, but knowing what you request of him Id say he and myself may be able to provide you with the means you seek.”</em>He turned and looked over across the room his eyes stopping when he discovered those he sought In a quite corner, he pointed them out to Woem and smiled at him.<em> “Them over there may be able to help you to actually find him too, but we can that is Forgar and I can do what you ask....Sir”  <br/></em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br/><br/>The halfling group is quite welcoming of Shiloh and they don't seam to press her into conversation allowing her to sit with them in silence if she wishes, they do not ignore her however and include her in things without pressing her into things.  Mirabella watched her smiling and continuously poked at Theadric beside her as he switched his attention between his thumb and the elven woman, Porto seamed different now that Shiloh had joined them and was sat at the table and he spoke up boldly of good times and the victories against the Calastians. It was revealing of there nature that the many tales that where told where quite dark and grim and the victories seamed small and of little significance, but the halflings spoke with hope and a confidence that was inspiring specially given there oppressed nature.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rhaella the stuff that dreams are made off</strong><br/><br/>The woman lay upon the bed glancing at Rhaella  as she approached and walked about the bed, she smiled over at her lips curling all the more seductively as Rhaella climbed on the bed on all fours.  She fell back softly onto her back as Rahella pushed her back and slid between her legs, the woman's eyes never leaving her following and fixed upon her as she slowly slid her legs apart.  She nodded to Rhaella and whispered above her in a honeyed tone<em>“Yes for whatever you wish”</em>She shivered and trembled before her at Rhaellas words smirking a little at her confidence.<em>“I am sure you will, I shall do my best to be all that you desire and dream of.”</em>She reached out as she parted her thighs further softly touching at Rhaella's cheeks and running across her shoulders, slender delicate fingers teasing her nails lightly brushing as her hands snaked to coil and sift amidst her hair.