<br/><br/><strong>Zae'el Ras'kar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13175981#msg13175981)<br/><em>Tiefling Monk lv. 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon - vip room<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Zae'el smirked as Aelen seemed to retreat over to him as they approached the nobleman's table, "ofcourse, always. Though I doubt you really have much to fear..."  he said with a slight giggle, shaking his head a bit as the green haired girl started to cause a scene as she accidentally bumped into the barmaid's crotch, raving of how they weren't interested in such a job, "speak for yourself, I wouldn't mind taking such a job, especially if it paid well..." Zae'el teased, even licking his lips a bit at the thought. After all he had no qualms selling himself, and no doubt servicing the busty dragon woman would be a step up from blowing some random middle aged drunk, it'd certainly be more interesting at the very least.<br/><br/>Ofcourse it turned out that taking care of Yira's erection was NOT why they had been assembled there today...granted, they still didn't know what the heck this nobleman wanted of them, but at least they could narrow it down a bit more. Upon closer inspection this Hyscrown fellow didn't seem too bad, but the fact that he continued to dodge the true nature of the jobs he wanted them to do was definitely still suspicious. As such the pale tiefling remained alert even as his companions lost themselves in drink, abstaining from further spirits and instead watching  over their playful antics like a mother hawk, not that you'd know it from the way he socialized.<br/><br/>However even as the others got more and more drunk, and increasingly touchy feely as a result, Zae'el for the most part hung out on the fringe of the revelry. This probably would come as a surprise to anyone who bothered to notice, as Zae'el was probably the most "cuddly" of all of them even when sober, so one might imagine he'd be taking advantage of a situation like this to get in extra close to everyone. That was just how seriously he took his self appointed duties however. They were here together in a strange land, drawn in by a strange benefactor with some sort of infernal connection, all of them getting fattened and liquored up in a feast that was almost too good to be true. As the most capable fighter of the group (at the moment), he saw it as his job to make sure no their group would not be taken advantage of.<br/><br/>Lounging back in chair on the other end of the table from the growing cuddle puddle, Zae'el took a page from the dragon maid's book and fished his flute out from his bags. Licking his lips and wetting his tongue the young tiefling began to play a song from his childhood (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqpXrDuLqE0), the gentle, lullaby-esque melody sweeping over their corner of the bar. However as he continued to play he began to weave in his natural born power for Thaumaturgy into the song, causing additional sounds to chime and echo throughout the room as the song played, even going so far as to recreate the sound of horns and violins. The magic extended past the music as well, the boy causing the candles around the room to flicker and change colors with the flow of the music, as if telling a story.