<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669727#msg2669727">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 25-01-2010, 10:08:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With a few strategically placed words, he found himself at The Nest, and tucked his holy symbols into his shirt, doing his best to come in as a humble outlaw looking for work, the knight entered the brothel, wondering if his weapons were going to be confiscated.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669738#msg2669738">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 25-01-2010, 10:19:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"Employment?"</em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>As the silvery haired elf was about to speak, a familiar man entered the room. It was Lionel, somewhat out of place, but trying to blend in.<br/><strong>"Hold that thought for me honey. Business just came in."</strong>, the madam stopped Kachina, sitting back up to address Lionel.<br/><strong>"Welcome to "The Nest" stranger, come to find warmth from the cold world outside?"</strong>, the woman speaks as she sashayed by his side, placing a hand on his opposite shoulder.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669750#msg2669750">Quote from: Lyell on 25-01-2010, 10:34:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sigmund could be seen wincing slightly at the refusal of aid in any form. So many needed it these days, and few willing to accept. All was not lost, however, as Sigmund's thoughts went to his pack. <strong>"Well met, Jophery. I am called Sigmund. Though I do not approve of refusal of help when one is in need, I believe I can still help. I am skilled in mundane healing, and have come prepared with bandages and herbs. If fortune favors this warrior, I may even have the right one. Please, take me to him."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"As I said, Preistess Lilay is tending him. He's a rather disagreeable fellow, but It couldn't hurt for you to see him."</strong>, the acolyte Jophrey replies as he shows Sigmund to the side room. The room was a tight fit, it most likely had another purpose at one time, but now a narrow padded bed and table with chair filled it.<br/>Upon the simple bed laid a bearded, middle-aged man. His torso is covered with several bandages, some starting to soak blood. In his hands he had a piece of wood he had been whitling throughout the day, what he was making isn't quite clear. As the two entered the small room, the man looks up. He doesn't look long before going back to his business carving the small piece of timber.<br/><strong>"Whats all this about then?"</strong>, he spoke in grizzled voice, eyes not wandering from his craft.