It was an immense relief when the Lost Wanderer pulled into Sandpoint; Desire had, despite Theos' best efforts, been bored almost since she set foot on the ship. Absolom was such a wonderful, exciting city and she was barely there any time at all before the Pathfinders had sent her off on her initiation mission to north nowhere. Not that a town anywhere in Varisa was going to be a tenth as exciting as Absolom, but it was certainly going to be better than spending most of her time reading in a cramped bunk. Even the pirate attack hadn't been that exciting; a couple of blasts of fire from her, and with Theos' impressive swordplay and it was over. And of course food on board the ship was terrible. All pickled or salted and then either under or over cooked. She hadn't eaten that poorly since she was a child. Desire was very, very happy to be back on land.<br/><br/>Stepping onto the docks, Desire surveyed the town before her. Small, a bit ramshackle, hopefully a good place to adventure from. The people even seemed surprisingly friendly. Desire wasn't really used to that, people tended to leer, mistrust her, or both. True, there was significantly less of both in Absolom (one of the reasons she liked the place) and given she was a tiefling, the mistrust was not surprising. Though it was difficult to tell she was such from a distance. Aside from rarely being hot enough to sweat or cold enough to shiver, and a near-perfect complexion, the really big tell Desire had was her eyes. Her pupils were slit horizontally, and her irises were an orange-red that seemed to flicker like flames. When she looked into a person's eyes for a few moments, it tended to put them off. Not universally, but often, and she had grown to be careful not to maintain eye contact for long.<br/><br/>Strange eyes aside, Desire was gorgeous (hence the name she had chosen for herself). Her eyes fit with her refined, imperious features, and her (naturally) white with red highlights hair cascaded down to the small of her back. She wore a red outfit that was sort of like a robe, but more like a backless dress. It was supported by two bands of fabric that lifted and firmly supported her hefty breasts, the fabric connecting to several points on the wide, silver choker she wore around her neck. A more than passing look at her chest (and she knew many men had a hard time looking in more than passing) revealed the outline of her nipples and the piercings therein. Detached sleeves covered her forearms and wrists, leaving much of her sides and back bare, while a gauzy crimson shawl rested on her shoulders. A leather belt was cinched tight around her waist, just above where the robe's cut turned to that of a long loincloth, showing off the curve of her wide hips and leaving her long legs bare from the thigh down. The belt made the loincloth keep from any unintentional flashing from the front, though the way the cloth rested on the ample curve of her bottom ended up leaving little to the imagination there. On her feet were a pair of elegant boots with a low heel, and Desire had plans, when she had money, to enchant a pair of strappy sandals with a real heel to be suitable for adventuring.<br/><br/>All in all, Desire lived up to her name.<br/><br/>"If daresay I've had enough of this boat," Desire replied to Theos, "and I'm all about comfort. The Rusty Dragon, you say? Will I be seeing you there? You are here to assess me, after all, and it sounds like you like the place. And maybe we can save a little coin and share a room." She gave him a playful wink. She'd been very lightly responding to his flirting all trip, it was a fun back and forth. He was handsome, too, in a rougish way, maybe she'd even go further. And honestly, while money wasn't a horrible concern yet, she'd appreciate saving some money. Though if it came down to it, she could always work the street. She'd done so to pay her way on her journey to Absolom. She probably could have charged more than she had, but streetwalking was just so<em>thrilling</em>it didn't really seem necessary.<br/><br/>Shaking those thoughts away and getting directions from Theos, Desire made her way to the Rusty Dragon.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Heading off to the inn, assuming Theos has nothing else major to say.<br/>Also, I had a more detailed write-up of Desire's look that got eaten in a computer crash. It sucked.</div></div>