<br/><br/><strong>Zae'el Ras'kar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13175981#msg13175981)<br/><em>Tiefling Monk lv. 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon - vip room<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Zae'el chuckled a bit as their new, green haired acquaintance, who's name he had not even gotten yet (granted he hadn't been formally introduced to any of the new arrivals yet), posed a bombastic toast, "here here" he chimed, tipping the bottle back and letting the sweet taste of plum wash over his tongue. Though as he did he casted a sideways glance at Aelen and winked, his comment about the blacksmith not falling on deaf ears. He had thought perhaps if he got in good with the blacksmith he might be able to get him to craft some free weapons for his companions, but the man had insisted on paying him with coin, and no where near enough to actually buy his wares legitimately. Though Aelen was right, as wasted an endeavor as it may have been the man's cock was quite tasty, and performing such acts in the smithy was definitely hot in more ways than one.<br/><br/>He watched as the noble elf cuddled up with his newest companion, and cocked his head to the side in confusion. Not at his displays of affection towards the woman, but instead when he mentioned needing protection for an herb gathering expedition, "Y'know if you guys need protection while picking herbs I can tag along with you" Zae'el chipped in, as if it should have been the obvious solution the whole time. After all while he may seem frail and dainty, Zae'el was currently the most well equipped to fight of anyone in their group, mostly because he didn't NEED any equipment to fight. His body was a deadly weapon, and unlike Ye'me or Aelen he could not be disarmed lest one literally remove his arms, and even then his feet, horns, and tail would prove most capable in such a situation. If they needed protection or "muscle" for an excursion they didn't need to recruit anyone new, he was already right there. Then again with his gentle demeanor and lithe frame it was no wonder that even his own people underestimated him. Then another surprise came as the green haired woman pulled Aelen in for a sultry kiss, Zae'el taken aback for a brief moment before leaning in towards Andrea, "wow, I didn't know they knew each other that well already" he mused, seemingly more surprised than jealous.<br/><br/>His attention turned to the lazily content looking Tictic, the monk chuckling a bit at the cute little burp he let out, having been fed like a babe by Aelen, not that Zae'el was in a position to judge, "I see. I'm sorry to hear you came up short..." the boy said, patting the little goblin on the shoulder, "though I'm sure if you keep your head up and stand tall good things will come" he added, his height jabs completely accidental and innocent. He assisted the goblin with pouring some wine down the drain that was his gullet, happy to share, "Hey now, being poor isn't that bad, after all my teachers always used to say 'poor of coin, rich of spirit'..." he said, putting on a bit of a "wise master" voice as he said it, "She's right, most might think bigger is better, but you've proven many times already that skill and determination can greatly make up for a lack of size" Zae'el said, his choice of words making the statement seem...oddly loaded. Of course he of all knew what Tictic was capable of doing with his smaller size.<br/><br/>However just as the topic of work began to spread throughout the entire table, their gracious host decided to chime in once more. She mentioned a master of some kind, and how he happened to be looking for adventurers for a quest, "Oh my, this is quite fortuitous!" the tiefling chimed, rising up from the table to follow the others along, making a point to step out ahead of the others. It wasn't because he wanted to present himself as some kind of leader, but because he was the most readily able to engage in combat if need be, so if this draconic wench was leading them into a trap of some kind he'd be at the ready. However what they were lead to was no trap, unless it was a truly elaborate one, but instead a veritable feast. They were allowed to sit at a massive table as they were introduced to the dragon maid's "master", a man by the name of Hyscrown. Immediately Zae'el could sense the shared blood within him, almost like a sixth sense, and it made him a bit cautious, having always been raised (ironically enough) to fear those with infernal blood, for their demonic origins often lead them to lead more chaotic, amoral lives. He didn't voice these concerns however, instead simply eyeing the man cautiously as the others began to talk shop, not hesitating to start negotiating whatever offer he had for them. However cautious as he was Zae'el did not touch any of the food, nor did he drink any more spirits. He would need to keep his wits about him and not be distracted if something were to- oh gods what was that bulge in the dragon woman's skirt? Could that be? Oh lords...Zae'el blushed a deep red, contrasting prettily with his ivory skin, unconsciously licking his lips as he eyed the massive tent, only able to imagine what lied beneath, having completely forgotten his attempts at alertness and was now fully distracted.