<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Antimony (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=334068) - 11:45/Second Level (non-drow barracks)</strong></span><br/><br/>Antimony almost couldn't believe her luck.  Ahhh, five whole candidates for the honored position of sating her desires, at least two more than she had been expecting...  And such a wide variety among them, as well!  Orc, Half-Orc, Hobgoblin, Tiefling, whatever the Feral Man was...  Plenty to choose from, for whatever she was in the mood for.  And regardless of what choice she made now, she decided to memorize the faces of the rest of the potential choices, for later.<br/><br/>The Tiefling, in particular, she might have other reasons for seeking out at a later date.<br/><br/>The half-drow spent some time examining each of the candidates in turn, watching them from afar, how they moved, what they were doing, what their general attitudes seemed to be...  Eventually, she made her choice.<br/><br/>"I wish to speak with that one in private."  She told one of the officers, pointing to the Orc who was practicing his arts with such fervent devotion.  The thought of being the subject of such devotion was ultimately what won her over, though the sight of his muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat as he practiced his art may have also had an influence.<br/><br/>Admittedly, though, the hobgoblin and his rugged beard had been the clear runner-up...