<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Xazgir_Hedon.jpeg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">●○</span></div></div><strong>Xazgir Hedon</strong>(https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Namey/characters/21431248)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ruritanian Fort<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ryst, Gloss, Tami<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>As it often did, Gloss's prying telepathy caught him offguard. Luckily, it wasn't as shocking as it used to be, just odd. As he thought on his response; however, he gave the blue tiefling one last, probing look, then shrugged his shoulders and turned to walk.<em>Sure, I think my work here is done. For now. Time to get you properly lubricated.</em><br/><br/>It wasn't too long before he appeared through the flaps of the tent, a smirk playing on his face as he observed the mild lap dance playing out between Guardian and Summoner--and in front of company at that. With a small grin, verging on fierce, he moved to fix himself a mug of wine (which he downed and replaced immediately). Then, watching the two with interest, he said, "this doesn't quite look like getting hammered if you ask me. More<em>is</em>always better, don't you think?" He gulped down his second mug with a playful smirk, and with a long and dexterous tongue, licked his lips clean of its sweet, scented taste.<br/><br/>Before long, he had a third mug-full of wine in hand, but instead of raising it to his lips, he leaned over Gloss's shoulder--all but draping himself there as he watched the pretty fox wiggle and grind her hips. Then, in one calm motion, scarcely taking his eyes from the show, he lifted his mug to Gloss's mouth in a silent bid for the Summoner to add more of its sweetness to his lips.