<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919190013-6a02f94f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Leander Korianthal</span></strong></span><br/><strong> Adventurer League Title:</strong><em>Sidekick to Liah</em><br/><em>AC: 26 ; HP: 78</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leander had a slight smile upon his face when she turned around talking about how "big" he was and how she turned it into talking bout his muscles and physique. She was looking down there alright and the fact that seemed to have liked what she saw gave him a temporary sense of pride. Relaxing now he would begin with the arms knelt down by the rivers lathering them up with water and soap. He spoke nothing for the moment until her eyes were upon him again and she spoke of him putting an orc to shame. His eyes affixed upon her own, Leander would give a kinder reprisal in this verbal duel they seemed to engage in constantly.<br/><br/><strong>"I have seen many artistic forms of beautiful ladies. But mere stone or ink doesn't cause blood to boil such as a real woman does and you put those works of "art" to shame Liah."</strong>It was like some kind of temptation game where they tried their best to make the other make the first physical move or cause the other to go beet red. Turning so that the water and suds were rinsed off away from the waters of the river, Leander continued bathing now. Working now upon the chest and his legs he seemed to scrub firm at the appendages as if to focus on keeping the chill off his skin. The elf was going to have problems he suspected afterwards but the compliments seemed all too worth it.