<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>”Right, I told you I wanted them in their cells unharmed, so if I find out one of you bashed the guy on the head a few too many times and resulted in those delusions it might be coming out of your hide.”</em><br/><br/>Piro’s brow rose into one of genuine surprise as Aneesha volleyed his humorous quip with one of her own that wasn’t condescending or threatening (at least to him).  H was astonished that he would find a sense of humor that he could relate to, at least in part, in this plane and from somebody with such infernal authority and power.  The opportunity to exchange in a bit of comparatively lighthearted banter was not one he could pass up.<br/><br/><strong>”Trust me when I say this, my mistress; compared to the odors we had to endure within our personal accommodations these past few days, the smell of sulfur is as decadent as the bouquet of a fine wine.  Even if you are dubious of the comparison, this is an occasion where I humbly recommend that you take my word for it without personally seeking further evidence.”</strong>The playful glint in his eye and the boyish grin on his lips shown that he was enjoying the humor of the matter while only slightly embellishing the details.<br/><br/>Piro turned to see how the others were faring in their own preparations and he found it impossible to hide the pleased smile from his face as he watched Baudhiel groping Naori’s breasts from behind while she donned her armor.<strong>”If you need any help, I’ll be glad to use my hands—er, I mean lend a hand.”</strong>It was obvious they were working together just fine as Naori was nearly done securing her armor, but he felt no harm in leaving an open invitation for such problems in the future.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long after that when the guards took up position around them and began to escort them beyond the gated walls.  Piro listened casually to their escorts as they ran down the terms of their mission and the repercussions should they try to flee.  The man could practically feel nub-horn’s gaze on him with that particular warning and returned a look of squeamish skepticism.<strong>”Listen, I am flattered that you get so giddy at the notion of grinding your meat to me or whatever entendre you used, I really am, but we’d never work out.  You just aren’t my type and to be honest, your approach is rather creepy.  I know it can hurt to get rejected outright, but I’ve never been the sort to lead somebody along because that only causes more heartache for the other person down the line.  It is for the best if we just stayed friends.”</strong>