<strong>Xholkrox</strong><br/><br/>He couldn't be sure but Xholkrox thought that Ilene's voice had caught when she answered him. Of course that couldn't have been anything to do with him talking to her, it must have simply been the hot soup she was eating. As he waved his hand trying to catch roses attention as she hustled and bustled though the crowded inn the T'Skrang watch her Millers daughter eating her soup, her eye lids half closed made he look even more sultry than normal, unconsciously  he licked long snout with his forked tongue and wondered not for the first time if there was any chance that she could ever feel the same way about him as he felt about her.<br/><br/>Realising that he might be making his intentions too obvious, the young T'Skrang reluctantly drew his attention away from the beautiful human girl and turned his gaze to the Troubadour who he had rescued from the jetty "looks like our fair tavern may be in for some new entertainment this night, ey Ladies?" he said to know one in particular as his gaze drifted over to Ilene again. Even as he glanced over to the millers daughter he couldn't help but notice what was happening in the Inn, obviously the older T'Skang was going to prevail upon them a tale of great daring do and wonder. Something that was always welcome in a place like Whitewater.