<br/><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br/><br/>The fat halfling settled back into his seat seaming slightly calmed by Shiloh's words at first he grumbled slightly and avoided looking at those present, he muttered and mumbled at her statement of loss bitter at the sting of statement.  “What she know of loss and destruction.”  He sighed and glanced at his brother who was nursing his bitten thumb and across at the female halfling who was scowling at the pair of them.  The halfling nursing his bitten finger looked up to Shiloh at her talk of vengeance and shot her a hurt look, which the other halflings seamed to mimic in there own way.<em> “Vengeance.." the halfling spluttered "....you think this is all about vengeance...we have no land of our own...we are treated as slaves..and worse...we are trodden under the foot of the Black Dragon's forces, we are not fighting for vengeance we are fighting for survival for freedom for justice. Viriduk is nothing but a dictator a  tyrant and murderer he is beyond vengeance there is no vengeance great enough for the acts he has committed in Chardun's name.”</em><br/><br/>The old man shook his head and glanced to Shiloh<em>“Sorry..but you must understand that they have suffered more than any other, they still do they fight more than any other for there freedom and survival in them many of us see reason and that something must be done now more than ever.” </em><br/><br/>They fell solemnly silent nodding and the human women smiled slightly to Shiloh as she continued to speak and mentioned her purpose there.<em>“Why do you seek him ? And what aid can you bring to the cause if we help you find him ?”</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Nurthan and the destitute old man</strong><br/><br/>The old man watched with interest as Nurthan and the talking necklace silently communicated between themselves, he imagined that there was probably a conversation going on he was not privy too but he was not sure of course and so he waited wondering if there was something else. When the necklace spoke again he smiled quite intrigued by this nights meeting, few took much note of him often and it was not often he got to give advice or information these days and have it listened too.<br/><br/><em>“He is not easily fooled, I do not know what he would risk his life for or risk capture for really but I can guess.  It would have to be something important, something without value something that many would miss that all would seek perhaps.  Or perhaps just something that would harm or irritate Calista enough to amuse him, he does seam to have taken an interest in preying upon them of late there is a large bounty on his head from them alone.” </em>He grinned a little<em>“Of course that's just my take on it...who knows what a bat thinks.” <br/></em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rhaella the stuff that dreams are made off</strong><br/><br/>The woman of Rhaella's desires stood in the perfectly posed almost statuesque position as Rhaella circled and inspected her, she peered back with a inviting smile which twitched and grew as Rhaella  touched and inspected her in a more physical manner she seamed not at all phased even used to such treatment.<br/><br/>She spoke with a quite smooth voice clear in tone and free of accents<em> “My satisfaction comes with the satisfaction of yourself and that of the Master and Mistress, I believe they desire the gold for your time with me.  Whatever you do with me I shall be satisfied if your own desires are fulfilled that is what you will pay for that is my purpose here, anything you ask I shall do any emotion you want I will portray, nothing is beyond reason I am yours for the night.”</em><br/><br/>The woman tilted her own head at the next words of Rhaella she nodded and looked across into her eyes with a smile.<em>“Of course you may do or ask anything, what sort of question do you wish to ask I shall do my best to answer of course.” </em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Storm &amp; the “Princess” </strong><br/><br/>The orcish tavern owner glanced at Storm with a toothy grin this friendly attempt at smile only seamed to make her look all the more menacing in part, it seamed as if the orcish woman had a habit of filling her teeth although some of them would be more aptly described as tusks. She listened as Storm spoke nodding along with her pushing the tankard closer across the bar, she altered her posture going from looming over the bar to propping herself up against the various barrels behind her.  A beleaguered halfling perched beside Storm sighed with relief as the half orc backed of, his senses assaulted by her overdone attempt at perfume and the looming vision of her chest which he seamed to perhaps be struggling to try to forget.  A fat smelly loud-mouthed drunken dwarf next to him interrupted his singing and roaring laughter to remark and tease the poor fellow.<em> “Eyaar...Kad...Keral...Kadrat...you..dog...heheh..yer lookin to delve...into..them..thar...mountains is yer..hahehahah yer get lost in..ther for days..we ave ta send a rescue party fur yer.”</em>The halfling frowned and took to his drink no even looking to the dwarf, who soon received a swift slap around the back of his head from a fellow companion.<br/><br/>Princess laughed along with Storm at her comments and smiled at her fluttering her eyes slightly, she raised her right hand and played with the blond matted wig that draped her head.<em> “Prinsess cud alwayz keep yer company if yer wish it, I ave many lavely sons for tha pleasing.” </em>She grinned at Storm and moved back to the bar looming over it once more, the halfling groaned a pulled his shirt up over his sensitive nose.  Princess put her hand out gripping Storms tightly she had a firm grip and brutish hand fat chubby greasy fingers surging with power unused to any kind of subtly or light touch.<em>“Good ter meet yer Strum wat does yer wanna know abaat things around ere den ? I dun take them no, but ill ave a drink wit yer ere at tha bar and give yer some tips sure enuff. If company is yer thing den yer want ta be lookin fur Master Asooff, dat em there.”</em>She pointed with her left hand indicating the large moustached tanned shirtless man descending the stairs.<em> “He take care ov most ov dat side ov tha biziniz.” </em><br/><br/>