<strong><span class="bbc_u">Jordan</span></strong><br/>"I am Osiris, and you?" The man working diligently on the piece of armor, removing links and putting in pieces of splint mail. His head never even really looking at you as you sit against his bed. "Tell what skills do you have outside of combat?" Osiris looks up and over to a cabinet in the corner of the room. "Grab the bottle and a couple of glasses out of the cabinet and pour us some drinks."<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Abigail</strong></span><br/>Varrik tilts his head as he looks at you now on all fours clearly flustered. A light smirk to his face. His head turns as a knock comes to the door. "I believe your friends are here." He looks back towards you, reaching down he helps lift you to your feet. "It was a pleasure meeting you, I expect you to come have another drink with me when you return to camp." Looking at your hand you notice it's changed, your elf disguise in place again. "I will give this back to you now." He holds up your scrying eye and the darkness inside it vanishes, it floats slightly. "If you would be so kind as to give me your panties, I will let you get a good nights rest. You'll need it for the island."<br/><br/>((Wis save DC 16 to Disobey his request))