<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Handsome. Wealthy. Likable. Flippant. Bold. Jovial. Airheaded. Fun-loving. The man seemed quite popular with the ladies, it seemed, though Ivette could hardly tell with his cold demeanor just now. Something was wrong, but the concubines and wives amused themselves with gossip and the game before them.<br/><br/>Meiyun, clad in robes over light armor and wielding a katana on her hip, offered only a feminine face as proof of her gender, and even that was very much obscured by her armor. When Ivette tried to talk to her, she replied with hospitality, questioning her curiosity and offering little in the way of answers. After a few minutes, the guards began to form a circle around the women, who were mostly oblivious of the maneuver with the game's distraction. But Ivette, moving around and trying to gather as much information as she could, picked up on it. They were walking, slowly but ominously. Something was<em>very</em>wrong. From beneath the balcony, still obscured by the spherical projection of the dwarf's adventure, a porticullis lifted from the dark passageway beyond.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>"Dragon, huh? Isn't that a little before your time?" She said with a chuckle. While it was true that the last bona fide dragon slaying had occured shortly before Dexter was even born, the recorded scryings were still popular to this day.<br/><br/>"So you never, y'know, sat down with a good game, blew out all the candles and had yourself a li'l alone time?" Dirae asked with a smile as she ran her hands down her sides and planted her thumbs into the seam of her trousers, lazily letting the weight of her hands pull her pants down slightly.<br/><br/>"Now, you can't go out there in the state you're in." She said, pointing at his crotch with a lewd smile, "I know the other girls. They won't leave yeh alone and they aren't as... nice as I am."<br/><br/>"Now you can try yer' luck..." She offered, "Or you can get rid of that problem here and now."<br/><br/>Dirae turned around and loosened the pin keeping her bandeau on, "I won't peek." She said, "And I'll even put on a show for you." closing her eyes as she lifted her hand over her head and bringing the ribbon-like cloth up with it, clutching it just by her thumb and fore-finger.<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.<br/><br/>The monotone repetition of the large grandfather clock prodded Ellen's sense of hearing literally every second. She had been waiting for awhile now...<br/><br/>The City of Blackbridge was one of the biggest around and the second largest contributor to the Gaming industry, after Aeune of course. Though just getting into the Skyfleet cost thousands of gold pieces and harsh restrictions, it was easy enough for would-be adventurers to make the journey to Blackbridge in hopes of striking it big.<br/><br/>After paying the small entrance fee, the woman was permitted access to the local Adventuring Guild. Here clients and sponsors would be able to find an adventurer to take on quests at relatively low cost, while newcomers could take on jobs to gain exposure and make ends meet. This particular guild had quite an alumni, it seemed.<br/><br/>From the facilitator's office a pale white-haired man in black emerged, appearing to be a necromancer of sorts... He gave Ellen a curious glance before a voice from within bellowed out, "Next!"