Rondal stopped in his tracks, at the sight of the finely clad elven lady bending down to pet his companion, who wagged its tail and licked her hand eagerly.<br/>He was about to appologize for his pets behavior as she spoke to him, making both his eyebrows rise.<br/><br/>"Sorry about the mutt M'Lady...Oh..err...You've heard of me?"<br/><br/>He was slightly taken aback that the Lady would speak to a man like him, narrowing his eyes with suspicion as she continued. He ran his gaze over her before answering, noticing the clerical robes, her guild insignia. Also noticing her cleavage as she bent down, his eyes lingering there for a long moment. He had rarely been this close to a whore of her quality, and had never been rich enough to have one. he felt his blood pulsing in his veins, in tune with the distant sound of a smiths hammer on an anvil, felt a stirring in his trousers...<br/><br/>He finally realised that he was staring and snapped out of it, returning his gaze to her eyes.<br/><br/>"Ahem... Yes M'Lady, between Yip and I no rat is safe in this quarter of the city. No rat to big no hole to small, if you have them we'll find them"<br/><br/>He sent her a grin as he ranted off his sales pitch, regaining his composure somewhat.<br/><br/>"Might ye have a rat problem M'Lady? Then you've come to the right man. Rondal is the name"<br/><br/>He flashed her a smile and bowed...<br/><br/><br/>