http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13215<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/mHiehQC.jpg)</div></div><br/>Staring at the soon to be dead messenger with equal levels of contempt and boredom, running through the list of possible hilarious ways to kill him while thrumming my guitar. Listening to him drone on about some battle of the bards and a Duchess of some sort, laughing outwardly as I recall the Atraxia line nonsense with my bardic powers, along with having no idea whom this Duchess is. Still idly thrumming the guitar while snapping the letter away from him, making sure that he gets a full on view of my bunny might.<br/><br/>Currently sitting in a tavern in some peasant village for no good reason, as I do have a reputation to maintain with terrorizing peasants, turning girls into lesbians, and other feats of strength. Reading over the letter with some more contempt, very much not liking this fellow one bit. Mostly because he took the effort to track me down like this, which is very unprofessional of him. Giving him a nice fang filled smile and thanking him for delivering the letter, before hitting him with my nipple rings of sexy wonder. (He gets a DC 20 will save to not turn into a catgirl.) All the while getting up from my seat and heading down the road to see what this battle of the bands nonsense is, high heels clicking on the wood floor.