<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Cimmerian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mira (as Katurah), Xifeng, Lukas, Daud, Elokhat, Bhalar (getting the band together except for Goose who is outside)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The dancer with serpentine moves and hair of vermillion sat next to the barbarian and whispered words that hinted at opportunity for work.  With one mutually beneficial transaction concluded, she was either attempting to set up up another opportunity for business... or a different one for pleasure.<br/><br/><em>"...And you wouldn't even have to pay for them like Cormac does!"</em><br/><br/>Cormac was about to take a sip from the bottle of mead he bought, but held it inches from his mouth when he heard his name.  A smile crossed his lips as he peered out of the corner of his eye to the lovely Xifeng.  He gulped down a swig of and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.<br/><br/>He called to the Khitai priestess,<strong>"Perhaps if you lowered your fee, I could afford you, Xi.  Although I am sure you would be worth <em>every</em> copper."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac was fond of Xifeng.  She was a comely beauty with martial skill to match her appearance, which would be distracting to even the most hardened of veterans and create openings for her hook swords and kamas.  Off the battlefield, she kept the morale of her comrades up - she often knew just the right words to say to lift a man's spirit.<br/><br/>His admiration for Lukas was also great.  The man was a sculptor with a scalpel and an artist with the needle.  With all of the wounds Lukas dressed, Cormac swore to himself to keep death away from the man who could bring the gravely injured back to life and return the seriously ill to full health.  It also gave Lukas room to work his longbow.<br/><br/>Still at his own table with the dancer, Cormac turned to her.<br/><br/><strong>"What of you, Katurah?  Are your talents limited to dancing vertically alone on tables?  Or are you equally adept at moving your body with a partner on a softer, more horizontal stage?</strong><br/><br/>Xifeng said,<em>"Won't you come drink with us now that you've scared Goose away?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"Bah!  Don't blame me for Mother Goose getting her feathers in a ruffle.  Always looking for coins to take and blades to avoid.  If only she could relax a bit more like you, Xi."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac accepted the invitation, standing up.  He considered taking his leave of the dancer, but instead decided to bring her along.<strong>"Usually, I'll not keep you from earning your wages, Katurah.  Here, now, is an exception."</strong><br/><br/>The barbarian placed a large, meaty hand on Katurah's shoulder, then slid it up the side of her neck so that his thumb grazed her cheek and the corner of her mouth.  Cormac was a a giant compared to her, and bigger than the rest of the company's soldiers.  He was making it obvious that he wanted her, and made it clear that he thought he could manhandle her no matter how hard she resisted him.<br/><br/>Cormac sat with Xi and Lukas, and placed Katurah on his lap.  He pointed the bottle of mead at Xi, baiting her to reach for it, but then redirected his hand toward Lukas so he could take a drink instead.<br/><br/>At that moment, a whore who was showing more skin than she was covering rolled off the lap of man in the corner.  Cormac looked over amused.  The man used his foot to drive the point home that he was no longer interested in her, even glaring at her until she moved away like a pup that had just been slapped in the maw.<br/><br/>The man stood and joined Cormac, Katurah, Lukas and Xifeng.<br/><br/><em>"Gentlefolk. You seem like honest, reputable businessmen. I have a business proposal, if you will hear it."</em><br/><br/>Cormac's eyes narrowed as he twisted his hips to get Katurah off his lap.  Unlike the merchant, Cormac let his female company slide gracefully into the seat next to them.  He kept a hand on her inner thigh possessively.<br/><br/><strong>"Spare us the flattery and embellishment, <em>Daud</em>,"</strong>said Cormac, practically spitting the name out while returning the Shemite's look with a glare of his own.  Cormac took the bottle of mead back and had another swig as if to wash the taste out of his mouth.<strong>"I know of you and your dealings with the captain of our mercenary company, so get on with it - peddle your wares, or make your job offer, but do <em>not</em> treat us like marks.  Speak... plainly...  And keep your hands where we can see them."</strong><br/><br/>The Cimmerian noticed two of his comrades were about to confront the trio that Goose pointed out earlier.<br/><br/><strong>"Hold that thought, Daud.  I may bring more ears to hear your pitch."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac stood up, letting his hand go further up Katurah's thigh before walking over to the Hyrkanian horseman and Stygian duelist.  He put a big hand on a shoulder of each man.<br/><br/>The three Nemedians released the grips from the handles of their weapons when Cormac's shadow eclipsed them.  Now that they went from outnumbering their potential opponents to be being evenly matched in terms of numbers but at a disadvantage in terms of size, the trio of Nemedians grunted and left without saying a word.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't mind me, comrades,"</strong>he said to Bhalar and Elokhat.<strong>"I am sure they were on their way out anyway.  If we are lucky, they will return... <em>with friends</em>.  Then the fun can begin.  But we have need for employment, and one of the captain's connections will have a word for us.  Do come join us, if you wish."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac returned to the table.<br/><br/><strong>"Have at it, Daud."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>