Distressed by her ordeal, Cyra was not able to connect with the mind of the callous human manhandling her and she knows it as she felt the mental drain - the price of her vain attempt of turning things into her favor.  The man just wickedly smiled at her plea and tightened his grip on her.  She could feel his coarse hand clamping on her thin yet delicate wrist like a manacle which adds to the xeph's apprehension. The man brought his rough face close to hers and croons.<br/><br/>"Oh don't worry, sweet cakes, I'll make it slow and long..."<br/><br/>"That will be enough!"  It was Skowls.  The hobgoblin loudly stomped and hovered to the table where the scene was unfolding.  His expression seemed uncompromising as he confronted the man harassing Cyra.  "She's a paying customer and just arrived.  Don't go on causing any trouble in my place.  Ya hear!"<br/><br/>The bearded man gave Skowls a hard look, then at Cyra before he finally lets her go.  He smiles and raises both hands in submission.  "Heh.  Don't worry, Skowls, I was just being friendly with the visitor.  Hoping to show her some of our...hospitality over at this oasis.  Isn't that right, boys?"  He turns to his companions seated who jokingly agreed with his words.  The hobgoblin however was in no mood for any foolery.<br/><br/>"No trouble..." grunted Skowls.  "Understand?"<br/><br/>The man sighed and nodded in agreement, obviously not wanting to tackle with the hobgoblin over some newcomer.  He faces Cyra one last time.  "I guess this means, later?"  He gave her a long carnal stare until she finally exited the common area.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It seems Simon got his wish and someone came to intervene with the situation, not that he really cared in doing it himself.  As he surmised he would probably been of little help and would have gotten hurt, or worse, in the process, something he did not like happening to him in such a gods' forsaken place.  He has better things in getting involved with and that is why he is here, for the so-called discovery of the century, and he will be damned if does not get to see it all because he got into something that does not involve him.<br/><br/>"That's Skowls.  He owns this place, the Dancing Tabi."  It was the dark-skinned serving bow.  "I work for him.  Temporarily of course.  He needs more hands here at the Tabi, especially with all the visitors coming.  Are you here for the what the Lady found in the Valley of Death?  It seem almost everyone here are here for it."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>