<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206542.msg10174383#msg10174383">Quote from: FragarachZ on 26-06-2014, 18:06:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well met, Haristar. If it is tomes and secrets you fancy, then you must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. This store only sells the bodies of their prisoners, lending them for the pleasure and use of its customers. If it is knowledge you seek, the coin you left with the mistress of this so-called palace is worth nothing. If you are truly interested in more than sex, you haven't paid a price yet sorcerer. I will only share my knowledge if you pay me for it in kind or in deed. Knowledge for knowledge, or a favor for the favor, your choice." she said, not even pretending to wanting to go along with his idea of a good time. He might have paid for his time, but that was for sex. If he wanted to learn anything from her, it would have to be on her terms!<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Haristar chuckled.  "Well then, if that's how it's going to be.  Knowledge for knowledge, revealing something unknown to the other party."<br/><br/>The dark one's hands weaved together some kind of magic spell<em>(a mirage arcana spell, something seen quite often among drow arcanists in Sabisstra's line of work)</em>.  After that, they slowly made their way up to his hood.  Reaching into the raglike folds of his robes and undoing something, he let his headclothes swing down to reveal his visage.<br/><br/>His face was chalk-white, his hair a bundle of curly pale blonde knots.  Swirling black patterns of what appeared to be tattoos decorated his cheeks, chin, and neck, although they seemed...organic, somehow.<br/><br/>"I take it you've never seen a dark one's face before?" he asked, a slight smile playing across his lips.  "I can see it in your eyes.  A minor secret to reveal, although one most people do not have the privilege of viewing."<br/><br/>"Now, I think it's your turn to give up a secret of equivalent exchange."<br/><br/>Haristar sat back as he listened to what Sabisstra had to tell him.<br/><br/>"Hmm, interesting.  Now, how about a favor for a favor?  That collar on you, it dulls your senses, I can feel its powerful enchantments even from here.  I cannot dispel it, but I can cast a minor personal enhancement spell which can counteract its effects to an extent.  But before I do that, you must tell me your own history.  Your house, your craft, you home-city, your blood-family, and how you came to be here in the first place."<br/><br/>He leaned closer to the drow, taking her hand in his.  "Don't worry, my spell gives off a false image.  Any spies will see us unclad and in sexual congress, although my form is more human than this."