(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)<br/><strong>Tasha Ananias (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14416552#msg14416552)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 29, AC: 13, CMD: 13, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 4<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects:</strong> Lullaby<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Draconic, Dwarfen, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>From: Valenlands Forest / To: The Last Stand Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Xana<br/><br/>"That sounds perfect," Tasha agreed, while she continued to explore the bandit's body, "And thank you, Xana, I think I have enough scars already without accidentally adding more."<br/><br/>The mesmerist laughed softly, but her tone was gentle. She shook her head slowly, returning the girl's hidden blade. The half-elf feigned indifference, but, in truth, she was more than a little surprised at how easily the bandit had relinquished her weapon. A pang of something that couldn't have been conscience caught Tasha unawares, not least because the girl seemed to have a shockingly naïve sense of people.<br/><br/>"No," Tasha grinned, "Certainly no saint. But I like you, Xana and I really don't enjoy travelling alone. So, nothing noble for us to talk about, but perhaps we can each do a little to make one another's life a bit nicer?"<br/><br/>Her fingers continued their exploration, mapping out the spots that made the younger woman shift, hiss or moan. Tasha found each scar in turn, softly caressing them as though she might discern their origin. The half-elf bent her head again, nibbling at the bandit's shoulders then letting her tongue brush against the side of Xana's throat. Damn, but a neck this biteable needed to be collared. The mesmerist slid her body against the other rider's, nipples suddenly so tight she expected them to score furrows in the bandit's armour.<br/><br/>With an effort of will, Tasha forced herself to be still, satisfying herself by holding the woman close, but doing nothing to worsen her already unreasonable ardour.<br/><br/>"I recognise that story, at least in part. And I think you made a much better fist of it than I." Tasha spoke evenly, but her hands stopped their wandering as though she could only focus on the tale itself. "There are worse things to become, than the girl who leads a pack of bandits. And, Xana, I've bedded enough disgraced nobles and guard-captains to know how meaningless titles can be."<br/><br/>Very carefully, the half-elf began to rearrange the girl's armour, adjusting the straps while coincidently allowing her touch to linger just a little longer than was necessary here and there. But, as the approached the inn, Tasha shifted forwards, pressing more firmly into Xana's back, before reaching around the girl's narrow waist and taking hold of the saddle's heavy pommel. Casually, the mesmerist began to roll her hips with every sway of the horse beneath them, grinding the bandit's crotch into the saddle horn as they trotted the last few yards up to the stables.<br/><br/>With obvious reluctance, Tasha dismounted and then helped Xana down, steadying the young woman's suddenly clumsy movements. They strolled together into the building, the mesmerist supporting the dazed bandit with an arm around her shoulders. Once inside, Tasha moved to the counter and began to rummage in her bag. With a soft clink of coins, the half-elf removed a pouch and dropped it on bar, where it opened slightly, revealing the glint of gold within.<br/><br/>"Good day," Tasha began with a friendly grin, "We'll need a room, a bath, food, wine and uhm… a seamstress. This should be enough to get you started."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Excessive Spending</div><div class="spoiler_body">100gp spent 3434.5gp remaining[/spoilers] </div></div>