<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/SebastianPFBard.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sebastian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265764.msg13115430#msg13115430)</span><br/><strong>Human Archivist (Bard) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 9/9<br/>AC: 17 (flat-footed 16, touch 11)<br/>CMD: 14 (flat-footed 13)<br/>Init: 1<br/>Saves: Fort 0, Ref 3, Will 1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 2<br/><br/>Lv 0: detect magic, light, mage hand, open/close<br/>Lv 1: heightened awareness, detect secret doors</div></div><hr/><br/>He blinked as he heard Vannalys' words and turned his head back to her when he caught her lifting a her tunic and a whole lot of thigh, tilting his head as he smiled.<sub>Maybe if those reasons are a bit</sub>further up<sup>your leg</sup>, he shot back with a whisper and a wink, but then he saw her turn back to the others and he continued on his way, stepping back outside into the early-morning air.  It was still quite dark out, even with the torches lit along the street, but it didn't bother him as much as most, his golden-colored irises hinting at a hidden heritage.  Checking the saddle bags of his mule, it brayed as he tightened them again, only to get a scratch on the nose as consolation.<br/><br/>Sebastian turned his head to check on the others still inside, seeing the volumptous witch following him outside, hips swaying and everything in him telling him this was either a really good, or really bad, omen.  Turning at her words, he glanced down at his arms when she mentioned he was stronger, nodding his head with a chuckle.  "We grew them big in Sarkoris; still do, he laughed, tilting his head at her, "Although I do wonder what your parents fed you; you put most of our lassies to shame.  Shame with Shirin" he joked, but then his face looked as if he'd been shocked, going blank when she asked him to kneel.  Leaning back and straightening for a moment, he read her face and tried to figure out her real intentions.<br/><br/>He'd never had any negative encounters with witches, but anyone who could wield magic had to be held to a different risk profile, even him.  Sure, he knew the reputation and fear that the word 'witch' prompted but nothing in him screamed to run away.  And there had been that polite little flirting in there, even if it were a bit strange.  Still, kneeling wasn't the worst thing in the world, so he slowly sank down, placing a knee into the dirt as she approached, his eyes narrowing a bit at the strange request - and why he was complying - but a smile making them grow wider as she stepped over him, the flash of her undergarments quite more than a flash.  But her next command - there was no other word for it - made him pause.<br/><br/>Looking up at her, he let a quip fly, "You're used to getting your way, aren't you?" as he leaned down and wrapped his hand around her ankle - the tips of his fingers easily touching his thumb, sending a bit of a message just how much larger he was than her - but then pressed his lips to the top of her foot.  He squeezed her ankle, sensing a game was being played, and then slowly rose.  His hand slid up the back of her leg, over her calf and behind her knee.  His smile grew as he rose, his hand slowing as it reached her thigh and then a bit further north than would have been appropriate, but he wanted to leave her hanging as much as she was him, so he denied her what he thought she had wanted, only to swing his arm around her waist and pull her tightly against him for just a moment.  "Gotta be careful with brutes, lassie, we don't domesticate easily," he laughed, kissing her cheek quickly and letting her go; and yet he bowed his head and smiled, just then noticing Faolan.<br/><br/>Sebastian looked at the pack and then up at Faolan, confused "I'll weigh down the ass, but better be ready to carry it if we find anything too heavy.  Or I'm sure someone here'll sell you one if you don't want to run the risk," he teased, only to grab the pack and work to stow it on the donkey, but paused.  "Actually, maybe we ought to get a wagon for him to pull?  Maybe our employers have one to spare?"  He lifted the pack onto his shoulder, turning back towrad the door, speaking loudly to project his voice through it.  "You hear?  A wagon maybe?  It'll give us something to bring the bodies back on too if things go ta shit."