<strong>Nurthan and the south dock's destitute</strong><br/><br/>The south docks was home to many of the most destitute of Shelzar and it was a favorite haunt and scavenging grounds of many, this was not only because the Shelzar guards tended to frown upon them in some of the other quarters but because it was ripe for the picking. Many people arrived in Shelzar through the south docks as did most of the trade of the city,  so there where few places better to be.  Another big draw to the south dock for the destitute was of course the temple of Manawe and the fortification of the paladin's of Corean, if they where lucky the would receive charity or kindness although dealing with the paladin's was often considered unlucky to some.<br/><br/>So Nurthan's visit was not only an anticipated occasion but a welcome one, he was a trusted figure among many of the cities less fortunate not believed to be there to judge or demand things of others.  In fact many of the cities destitute where quite sympathetic towards the cause of Nurthan and the redeemers of Golthain, for who better knew there plight and pain than the shunned faceless Titan and who could understand his own plight better than the destitute themselves.<br/><br/>They welcome Nurthan gladly in droves and are more than thankful of his gifts and blessings of there food and water, many do not ask much of him as they might of others due to the respect they have gained for him and understanding that his time is precious and should be spread among all. There are a few of course who are all to eager to take more than others and these are the ones than talk that gossip, while others attempt to move Nurthan on when they think one of there number is becoming too greedy.  In his travels among the destitute of the docks Nurthan collects many snippets of rumors and tales of woe, it seams that many among the destitute are worried about the growing number of disappearances among them there is talk of kidnappings and vile purpose. Some blame the Slitheren (ratmen), others the cults of Belasmeth and some the crime syndicates and houses of Shelzar.<br/><br/>Questions of monsters among them bring up numerous other rumors and talk of things that stalk the city of a night that lurk in shadows and live beneath, most of these tales are the same old stories and some are likely just errant titanspawn but a few claim to have seen the bat devil. Those who make such claims do not seam too fearful of the creature, and Nurthan eventually is pointed in the direction of an old man who has apparently met the thing.  Many don't believe the old man of course and he does dress and act in a manner which might encourage others to think him deluded, but Nurthan knowing the people may spot the wisdom in the man and the careful act which he plays to survive in the city.<br/><br/>The old man was aged and withered with little hair atop his head and that which was there was but wisps of white strands, he covered his head with a make do straw hat which looked and smelled like it had once been part of a fisherman's basket. His clothes where ragged and sown with all manner of symbols and prayers, all about his outfit where strung beads and items procured and kept in his travels.  His face was red and burnt from to many day spent in the hot unshaded sun his eyes a pale gray he presented a crazy sparsely yellow toothed grin he seamed if anything harmless and oblivious to the world about him. When Nurthan came across him he was busy collecting bits of fish and shell that had been discarded an left upon the docks streets, collecting them up slowly he sorted them into his pockets or wheel less cart  which could be heard scraping along the floor whenever he moved.  At first the man seamed oblivious or ignorant of Nurthan's approach he then proceeded to wave him off and bow his head moving on, persistence however brought another glance and a raised crooked finger which beckoned closer.<br/><br/>The old man spoke up his accent slightly tainted by his missing teeth and age, he had a friendly but pessimistic tone and did not seam as if he would stop to hear Nurthan out until he said all he had to say.<br/><br/><em>“You the one looking for Luficent ? What do you want with that bat then, stole something from you has he well you won't get it back that's for sure.  Tricky he is, sly cunning but he don't trouble us none.”</em>He stopped and glanced over Nurthan giving him a wary look before peering about the docks with a paranoid glance.<em>“Well..what do you want then ? Come on, not got all day you know can't be seen to be heard not about that one.”    </em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rhaella the quest for perfection</strong><br/><br/>The large man know as Arsuth stood up straight pushing away from the beam he had been leaning and resting against, he nodded as the Elf regarded him and looked to Rhaella with a wide immaculate grin his mustache made the whole thing look much more devious than intended.  Her crossed his muscled oiled arms before her and nodded his head, for a brief moment it seamed like he might be the silent type but that was swiftly broken by his bold almost booming overconfident voice.<em>“I am Arsuth.”</em>He let out a hearty laugh before continuing<em>“I am the master of the harem and if you seek perfection you come to the right place, all of what you have heard is true I have the perfect girl the perfect man for all.” </em>He raised a hand to his face cupping his chin and twiddling with his mustache as he regarded Rhaella trying to take a measure of her character.<br/><br/>He brought his other hand up to his heart and smiled at Rhaella from beneath his hand<em>“I can conjure the best your mind can imagine my dear, you will not forget this night the night when dreams become a reality.  But the best is of course the most expensive, if that is truly what you wish then you will have to show you have the means to pay for it I shall not demand you relinquish such until you are satisfied of course.”</em>Her grinned at her in a slightly creepy manner leering down at her<em>“And you will be most satisfied Master Arsuth's delights never fail in that regard.”   </em><br/><br/>He glanced upstairs and gestured towards the balcony where a dwarf perched in a state of delirious drunken stupor muttering and mumbling with a bright red face and look of ecstatic joy.<em>“See for yourself, those that seek perfection and pay its price reap the rewards of course I offer less expensive services also.” </em>He chuckled and glanced across the tavern to the host and innkeeper “Princess” he gently nudged Rhaella in a friendly manner<em>“Oh of course there is always Princess, she might even pay you.” </em>He laughed heartily again as did some of the nearby patrons who heard his attempt at humor.<br/><br/>