<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11709.msg565573#msg565573">Quote from: Xillen on 04-04-2008, 12:20:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">====================<br/><br/>"Sorry, man. You just missed him." the inkeeper replied to the man that just walked in. "Maybe one of his friends can tell you more about it." he asks, as he nods over to the table where Rowan was still seated, and Gavel was just getting ready to leave together with the woman that accompanied him. "In the meantime, can I get you anything?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rowan was a well tanned fop, medium in height and build, but well muscled and manly for one of his stature.<br/>His hair was coppery-red in the dimmer light of the tavern, pulled back in a long tail and tied there with black chord.  He wore no shirt, but a full black leather vest with gold and copper scroll work to match that on his many pouched belt.  His pants were sturdy, thick trigger1 with red-gold chord at the seams.  They had several pockets, and the crotch bulged over his one piece of armor, a light steel codpiece.  His heavy riding boots matched the vest, and had steel toes plated with copper.<br/><br/>The dark fop bore only one weapon, an ornate dagger on his belt, and at first glance seemed only ornamentaly scarred with faint runes on his shoulders, though closer inspection revealed signs of faint nicks on his arms and cheeks and also wand sheathes in his boots.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=11709.msg565573#msg565573">Quote from: Xillen on 04-04-2008, 12:20:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The tavern was deserted, save for those people and the maid that entered from the kitchen, walking over to Rowen with a mug and plate filled with beef, potatoes, green beans and some mushrooms. "Here you go, sir!" she said as she placed them on the table in front of him, before lowering herself to settle on his left leg, giving him an innocent smile.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rowan turned to the wench and tilted his chin up to meet her eyes, smiling with cheeful hunger, and touched her cheek with one hand, sliding the other arm around his waist, "I don't know for what I am hungrier, beautiful, you, or the delicious aroma of the food you bring, fair damsel.  Perhaps i should have had you brought out on a tray with the food served on your delicous body so I could have made love to you and eaten at the same time."  His words were a teasing whisper, his hot breath bathing her ears and lips between quick, teasing kisses.