<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Aramil Leiath (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8657)</span><br/><em>AC: 22 ; HP: 56</em><br/><hr/><br/>The half elf however had chosen the comforts of the basement instead of the balcony as he was not the type for rising at dawn and it also gave him an excuse to exploit that vast space for his own purposes. True, he was going to have to vacate it eventually but the idea of having all that space and potential was something he wasn't about the pass up. Second he had another way of getting out of the basement or down to it to avoid any potential trouble. In a nice bed he awoke greeting by the soft dim lighting of iron lanterns attached to the stone walls. The soft sensation of a woman's caress had been on him for a majority of the night in celebration of this party and the lovely girls that came with him to bed experienced a very long night ahead of them compliments of silken ropes, experimenting and a endurance round of copulation like no other.<br/><br/>He awoke to that same feeling as well as a lovely young woman crowning with short platinum white hair and green eyes looked up at his face gently stroking his morning arousal. Few men could say no to that and those who could probably never had much enjoyment like this to begin with. He would give a smile lying there whilst she indulged. The other ladies had left their mark on him as well though she seemed to have had lingered a touch longer then them. A soft kiss to the tip of that sword of his and she smiled a touch more and pulled away knowing she had to get dressed. She did so but also whilst giving a show to the charming rogue. He was going to enjoy these auditions to be sure but he was confident that this lovely lady would probably be back soon enough. The way she was smiling at him proved it. Regardless she was soon gone from the basements rather vast and nearly empty void. He would have to make sure he could find a suitable barrier to separate his private chambers from the storage areas this brought.<br/><br/>He rose up out of the bed and began to get dressed as well pulling on some silken pants and then his leather greaves, followed quickly by his boots. Dyed in crimson red and black, the man looked quite like a gentleman and prefers to look the part. He never liked touching up on stories of his own past and always dodged such questions because it added to his mystery and he had found out quite quickly that women love that. Pulling on a mithril chain shirt he placed it over his chest before putting on a grey silken shirt with black gloves he smiled to himself thinking things over inside of his head on what he was going to do today. First things first however and that was something to eat. Grabbing his rapier and his short bow he heads on up and out of the basement and for the kitchen whilst holding his black dueling gloves studded with gold lace in his teeth. Buckling his belt into place afterwards he finally made it up the steps and puts on his gloves.<br/><br/>Soon enough however he ran into the shy one that had always tried to duck out of such festivities when they turned into such things. If it wasn't for the fact that she could probably split him in two he would be more then happy to woo her... Actually even that fact might not even deter him as he gave a smirk to her and a wink to her when he found Sasha in the kitchen eating a bit of fruit.<strong>"Good morning, little kitten. I hope that we didn't keep you up all night."</strong>He said as he would be looking for a bit of fruit as well so he passed right by her to get it and takes up an orange and a small dagger to cut the skin of it off. Smiling at her he hops up onto the table and sits down.<strong>"Still we have made it into the city and now have a place all to our own so that alone is cause for celebration."</strong>