<div class="floatright">(http://irontavern.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/M_Halfling2.png)</div>Noll's attention was torn; he felt distracted by all that was going on around him. He habitually patted his coinpurse through his vest. The dagger-snake was slithering between the magician's breasts, and the warrior woman was being serviced on the other side of him. Better to be surrounded by bosoms than bandits.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm afraid I'm more of the teacher, today. Although I prefer a woman who -" his thought was interrupted for a moment by the sight of her exposed nipple, "- knows what she's doing. I like to be in expert hands."<br/><br/>He motioned at the young men flanking her. "That's a good look for you; I should find some students of my own."<br/><br/>The magician was being approached by three officials, one of them looking particularly imposing. In the past, Noll had a fortuitous run with the White Roses, but generally thought of the guilds as bullies and was no longer a member. He disliked this kind of regulation; she hadn't done anything wrong, in his eyes.<br/><br/>He turned back to the writhing warrior. "Is she with you, too? I was hoping she could join us for your - what was it? Anyway, it looks like she might not make it out of the square with us. Lately, guild fines are almost as big as I'm going to be, if this keeps up." He eyed the hand sliding up the warrior's thighs.