<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<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: everyone<br/><hr/><br/>While the tavern below echoed with the sound of song and dance, a floor above the main tune was that of relieved grunts followed by the smacking of soft lips, a pale, delicate looking tiefling gulping down his meal for the night... the kind of dish one ate whilst on their knees...."Uggh by the gods that was...ugh yeah that was pretty great..." the man, an assuming prospector that looked to be in his early thirties grunted with appreciation, already refastening his belt as the pale infernal delicately dabbed at his lips with the corner of the bed sheet, as if it where a napkin, "Hehe, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself..." the young man, though you could be forgiven for mistaking otherwise, said. His voice was soft and his accent thick, though it wasn't the type of accent one would first expect from a tiefling. Instead he bore the dialect of the Shou, foreigners even by the standards of this newly explored continent, denizens of the eastern lands.<br/><br/>The boy, Zae'el Ras'kar, was a monk missionary from Kara-tur, sent to the new lands by his masters as a form of exile. Exile for what exactly? Well among other things his...<em>promiscuous acts</em>. And given his current position, knelt down in front of a suddenly<em>very</em>tired and satisfied looking man, one could imagine he wasn't exactly "spreading the teachings" the way his masters would have intended. However it wasn't like he was just doing this for the fun of it! He had not been given much in the way of funding for this venture, and within a few months had quickly burnt through what little coin he had started out with, and as it turned out his ability to induce..."oral relaxation" was one of his more lucrative talents, much more so than teaching meditation or performing his native music. Speaking of which, as the man staggered up to his feet, he rummaged through his coin purse and dropped a small handful of the tiny metal wonders into the boy's outstretched palm, "Here ya go, worth every copper" the man said, taking his leave.<br/><br/>The boy sighed a bit, counting the coins. It wasn't a whole lot, not enough to get his newfound friends properly outfitted for true adventuring (his foreign status, strange appearance, and general ignorance to how much whores actually charged had lead others to take advantage of his "services" for way cheaper than he was actually worth), but it would be more than enough to get everyone drunk and fed, and for that the boy smiled. Zae'el made his way downstairs and immediately headed for the bar, using the bulk of his new earnings to buy a really nice bottle of wine to share with everyone, made from imported plums, just like the kind that grew around his old monastery. One of his fellow acolytes had been the son of a vintner, and thus new how to make wine even with minimal tools. He remembered every summer they'd pick the plums from the nearby trees and stash them away in secret, letting them ferment all through fall, giving them a hidden store of wine to enjoy all through the winter months.<br/><br/>Zae'el rode that wave of nostalgia all the way over to their group's table, clutching the bottle of spirits fondly, "Hello everyone! I have procured tonight's refreshme...." Zae'el started to say, pausing as he saw the bar maid setting down and pouring out drinks for everyone, for free..."...oh......" the pale tiefling trailed off, blushing slightly as he pulled up a chair and slumped down into it, uncorking the wine bottle with one of his claws and taking a swig, swishing it around his mouth to help remove the flavor of his labor, "I am not particularly hungry, but thank you..." he muttered, suddenly feeling oddly defeated.