<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Sellowyn indulged her in small-talk, but she found that he was not much of an adventurer himself. In fact, he was far removed from the sport. A mere spectator, he revealed that The Minister utilized him as a contact in these lands moreso than anything. From what he spoke of their mutual employer, he was a man that turned The Games into a profitable business, and the elf was just another facilitator to that end. No doubt the Grand Lord's interest in the sport was what made their employer's concern over his abberant behavoir an issue.<br/><br/>They arrived at his home soon after, and it seemed that Sellowyn was one of Luan's wealthy elite, so unlike many of the peasants they passed on their way over. Although the Skyfleet was home to the richest individuals in the world, space was still scarce and everything was crowded even for a privilidged daughter of Aeune. Yet this elf's home was large and spacious and decorated luxuriantly, with fine carpets and classical paintings of famous adventurers upon the walls. "I have had a room prepared for you, if you wish to retire." He offered, extending his hand out into the main hall as if to permit her access.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>"Ahaha!" The formerly eye-patched pirate hollared, "Surrounding by bare woman and all he's concerned about is getting<em>his</em>clothes back?"<br/><br/>"Hmph." One of the blondes complained, "And here I thought we'd finally get to see who'd win the pot."<br/><br/>Her identically nude companion grabbed her by the shoulder and gave her a spiteful glare. "Alright, alright." Dirae said, standing up and putting her sculpted abs on display as she pointed her thumb behind her and closed her eyes, "Everyone out."<br/><br/>There was a moment of hesitation, "What, did'ja forget that these were<em>my</em>quarters!? I said out!"<br/><br/>The other women, all in various states of undress, gathered up their discarded bits of modesty and shuffled out of the room. The archivist, however, felt the strong grip of the Captain upon his shoulder before he could take any action. Muffled giggles and whispers followed the other girls as they departed. "Dexter, was it?"