<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> Street Bazaar<br/>HP: 20/20 | AC: 12 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - ●●●●  2nd - ●●</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>After hearing Dahlya's disturbing hypothetical--and right on the coattails of Rare's torture fetish talk, no less--he matched her mock shudder with a real one of his own. "You know, I could do with<em>less</em>nightmares keeping me up at night." Normally he wouldn't have given such things mention. But because of their partnership, here he was, doing it with a smirk on his face.<br/><br/>However, that smirk would quickly falter when he realized how damned heavy this case was! It took a shameful amount of willpower just to maintain a cool and unbothered air whenever his partner looked his way. Why couldn't Rare have given them one of those magical bags? Or at least a little donkey to carry the burden?<br/><br/>He pondered these things, and then he remembered who it was they were dealing with...<br/><br/>"Well a few mugs never hurt anyone," he replied, sounding steady as he could as they carried on--even puffing up a bit and swaggering through the pain when she offered to carry the ridiculously heavy case. "And if we have the time..." he paused,<del>tiredly</del>dramatically, "I think I might look into sampling these wares you speak of."