<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Oloven Dane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006511#msg15006511)</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Urakis Rare; Dahlya<br/><strong>Location:</strong> "Rare Finds" Trouble Contracting<br/>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●  2nd - ●●</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">O</span>loven was, for lack of a better word, uncomfortable in his current situation. Sure it was a chance to prove himself and rise in the ranks--he had to admit that much--but coming from the mouth of a disturbing little shite like Rare, it quickly turned to shite in his ears. But, fortunately for the tiny tiefling in question, his extreme, daunting creepiness was the one thing keeping Oloven's snippiness at bay.<br/><br/>Well, that and the fact that he could have them maimed like the rest of his play dates. But details weren't so important now. What was important was getting out of this building without more mental scarring than the broken angel and staked hands had already provided.<br/><br/>He accepted the case-full of coin with a smile as graceful as ever, as if he were oblivious to the sheer eeriness and suffering this room held in its walls--or the secretary's eyes. "Cheers. This'll be a lark, I'm sure," he said in a voice like fine silk. "I've got no questions, myself, but I have to say, I love the feng shui of this place; it really pops. Gotta hand it to you, so to speak."