"A princess?" Solarin inquired, grinning at the thought. His eyes wandered down the girl's body again, then back to her face.  "I believe you."<br/><br/>"Seeing the galaxy is certainly a fine goal," he agreed.  "It will be a pleasure to share your journey.  As to the artifact..." he pondered.  Both options were very appealing.  After almost a season of convalescence, rehabilitation, and training to adjust to his new, stronger, more resilient body, Solarin was itching for action.  All kinds of action.  He felt like he was back in college, denying himself both sports and girls for months at a time as he fought through a half a lifetime of learning in a few years.<br/><br/>"If one isn't closer than the other," he suggested, "Let's go take in a good meal and a good show, see what we can find out."<em>Maybe the waitresses do lap dances...  Though I suspect Azara will prove more interesting in the long run.</em><br/><br/>The giant rose and offered the lithe little redheaded dracomorph a hand to her feet before starting towards the bridge.  "Witch way?"