<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img841/1383/rh08.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>With:</strong>Gavrel (NPC)<br/><hr/><br/>Offering him a seductive smile, Ashara breathed another whisper right into his ear, "Good," and with that she turned around, taking in the sweet feeling of knowing he had to swallow his pride. She smiled at that thought, all those beautiful innuendos. "Let's go, follow me, soldier," she ordered and smiled at the gathered men all around, leading Gavrel to the part of their camp where her tent was located. She had no intention of going with him to his tent; he was hers, she was not a courtesan living to serve and please him, not this time. It was his turn to play a slave. She had every intention of trying his prowess and skill. Something was telling her she would be very tired once they finished!