<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=57940.msg2632269#msg2632269">Quote from: Empyrean on 13-01-2010, 16:02:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong>The East, The South, The West, The North, The Center</strong><br/><br/>Across Creation, men and women suddenly found themselves in the same position as Zaer. In battle, in peace, no one what they were doing, desire flashed across them in a devastating wave that drove them to their knees and left them hard or wet, and aching for more. There was a longing in them to head southward, vague and undefined but insistent, like a nagging headache.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>Miles from Chiaroscuro....</em><br/><br/>Azzure Melaku sat opposite the cadre of glass traders who hired her to negotiate on their behalf.  The Caravan masters drove a hard bargain but she was able to get them to acquiesce to most of the glass workers demands.  Her head tilted, just as the bag of coins was deposited in front of her.  The need to go south, to the city, seemed to explode in her.<br/><br/>"I have to leave." she said abruptly.  Scooping up her waterskin and her payment she set out at once towards Chiaroscuro, her somewhat revealing kimono slowly morphing to a travel gown with suitable footwear as she disappeared from the Glass Traders site.<br/><br/>