<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Sinemdrag.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Emmalynn<br/>Current Form : Peranos<br/>Players Nearby : Sukanar<br/>Location: Dariell - Scarlett Warrior Resthouse<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her first reaction to the weight being lifted from her lap is relief then she is surprised as she looks up to find her "Hero" being the very man likely to make her life a living hell for the next year at least. Her jaw falls slack in shock as she looks from Sukanar to the behind of the man scurrying off and through the door the brightly lit outside world.  "That Sir would depend on your definition of a good time. I intended to enjoy far to much ale and crawl up to bed.. not have my lap assaulted by some drunken buffoon." she shrugs a little and looks up into his still luminous green eyes, her gaze following his movements as he takes a seat near her.<br/><br/>'Scar' she looks around letting her eyes find the owner of Scarlett and she can't help but wonder how he got the name Scar, she'd have to ask Sukanar or Scar himself at a later time. Realizing he said something she turns her attention back on him. Her hand grasping the handle of her own mug bringing it to her lips as she listens to his instructions. She nearly chokes on her ale when he throws in that all of that is to be done before lunch meaning she should have it done in roughly 6 hours time if they have lunch around mid-day. Surprise is written all over her face as he continues to explain her life for the next year. Non stop training 7 days of the week from the day of prayer and rest all through the next day of prayer. She smiles sweetly accepting the new fully topped off ale from a wench and then quickly turns back to him.<br/><br/>She slowly shakes her head in disagreement, bringing her mug to her lips she downs the entire contents of her ale, brashly setting the mug on the bar top. She slowly licks her lips of any last remaining drop. "No no that won't work. I mean the training itself, will likely be tiresome and exhausting at first but I'm confident ill be fine and you'll have no need to worry. But i want one day off. One day to rest, or fuck or hike or drink.. One day a week devoid of training in any sense of the word." She sits up  a little taller her large bust brushing against the bar as she leans closer to him, and slowly she leans in until her face is hidden by his hood, her lips brush gently against the silk cloth covering his ear. "That would give you one whole day to play secret tradesmen  with a fake illness of the sun and giving you no need to worry about someone specifically me, realizing that you are really a dragon, playing at being human." She half falls back away from him and is caught by the wooden embrace of the chair. Obviously the ale has gone straight to her head causing her to be brazen with her words.