<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/c62f/i/2017/260/f/2/felannar_commission_by_tamikaproud-dbm5te2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Oxenbridge Hewitt</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1383223)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging Nephele</strong><br/><br/>Oxenbridge stared at Nephele with amusement and a little bit of disbelief as she interposed herself between himself and the half-orc prison guard.  "The guard has done nothing but seen to my safety," she said.  Oxenbridge looked at the half-orc, and then back at Nephele, then back at the half-orc.  Nephele added: "He and I were just seeing what bothered your friend. He seems to have made a promise he could not keep, though I am sure he means to pay it back sometime."  But Ox didn't register the last bit because he was fuming.<br/><br/>"This dumb bastard isn't interested in anybody's safety,<em>lady</em>," Ox retorted, adding venom and spite to the last word.   "He's the guy who'll make sure you're nice and fettered while you get raped and tortured on a rack."  He spit out a huge wad of saliva over the woman's shoulder and at the half-orc's feet.   "It's a damn shame you need women to protect you, you yellow-bellied coward."<br/><br/>Though the brawler despised the half-orc's smug expression, it was this dumb, foreign cunt that infuriated him.  Who was she to interject herself into his business?  She didn't understand that Ox wasn't looking for an explanation.  He wasn't there to solve things amicably.  Ox was just looking for another fight.  And if this pretty little thing had looked like she could put up a brawl, Ox would have greatly enjoyed bludgeoning her to unconsciousness, though he would have taken much different liberties with her than he did the dwarf.<br/><br/>When the baron's whores were brought out, Ox was doubly pissed.  He had heard tell of the whores during his time in jail.  It was said that they were beautiful to behold, and their punishment was to be the main event of the evening.  And instead of being right there in close proximity to both of them, he was here, almost at the furthest point from them in the room, arguing with this stupid bitch.  He had been so close, too, that he thought he could have gotten away with burying a finger in one of their bums, the same way he had liked to do to the castigated women on the pillories (though, it must be said that he did much more than that).<br/><br/>"Aw, fuck me," he winced as he stared longingly at the center of the pit.<br/><br/>