<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2727640#msg2727640">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 11-02-2010, 03:01:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Cayden's Hall</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>Kachina would nod, give a slight frown to Brandy.  <em>"Do you think it be open now at this time.  An come on, it be fun.  The excitement, the danger.  An who believe a couple of working girls could take down a thug.   We be the talk of the city.  Imagine the men lining up outside of the Nest. "</em><br/><br/>She try to entice Brandy into the escapade.   While also seeing if the  place still be open at this hour of the evening. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2728286#msg2728286">Quote from: Ixy on 11-02-2010, 06:01:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Cayden's Hall</strong><br/>As she enters the front room of the alehouse, Shiloh's senses rail at the assault of so many stimuli.  Easily the most people she's seen in a room this small, she finds the lack of personal space distasteful, but tolerable.  Unarmored, but armed, she carries herself with a casual grace that hints at discipline over time-- time, perhaps, too long for the young woman's apparent years.   She stops in her tracks when the bouncer lifts his hand to stop her.  Their conversation is brief, but inaudible, and the young woman in the linen shirt seems unperturbed.  She forfeits a slew of weapons, one at a time, producing blades from places that few would expect.<br/>Despite her air of annoyance, she manages a smile-- heartwarming, perhaps, but a little surprising too in light of her cold confidence.  She makes her way to the bar, where she sits and orders softly, studying the patrons with the lazy interest one might expect.  She's pretty, but showing no interest in trying to look that way.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[Cayden's Hall]<br/><strong>"It's open most of the night. There's usually someone there anyway."</strong>, replies Brandy as she sets her drink down. She spies the woman walking into the hall and quickly begins to jest,<strong>"Sorry, I'm doing nothing of the sort hon. You may as well ask that woman over there. She carries more than enough weapons for the both of you."</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2728119#msg2728119">Quote from: Lyell on 11-02-2010, 05:15:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sigmund grunted through clenched teeth. The injured halfling's speed and the pain suprized him, but he had no time for awe. Presented with a target, Sigmund attempted to bring his msce down upon it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[Mephit Alley - Dead End]<br/>Swinging his mace, Sigmund connects with the halflings shoulder, causing him great agony. The halfling staggers back a few steps, clutching his new injury in pain.