Up to Sheherazod's leaving:<br/><br/>Even in his sleep, Serge was a cudler.  The two girls found that he'd held them both close throguh the night, not grown distant after finding his satisfaction.  As he'd dozed off the night before, the powerfully built man had intended to see if he could wake early enough for them to find some more mutual satisfaction before heading to work.<br/><br/>His arate had other plans.  He awakened with revelations all but burning a whole in his head?having finally achieved an understanding of two spells he'd studied in the past, he kissed them both quietly and excused themselves to transcribe the two dweomers furiously into his weighty grimoire.<br/><br/>The redhead dressed himself in heavy breaches, good boots, and a fresh shirt of serviceable linen.  It was a bit tight, but he didn't lace it completely shut.  Upon studying his spellbook, he wove a spell too keep him warm and cozy despite the light garb.<br/><br/>He thanked Thyriellentha and took to studying the spell carefully, 'til he was confident he had a grasp on it, then used the expensive inks to inscribe it as well, using his own personal cipher.  Glancing at his fellow mage, Serge's brow furrowed.  “Interesting tome you have there.”<br/><br/>Serge's own grimoire was a more normal sort.   The pages were finest, thickest paper, the inking expensive and elegant. The binding was leather with some gold leaf.  He kept it in a wizard locked, water tight case for extra security.<br/><br/>When introduced to Adrian's new companion the muscular giant grinned and bowed.  Straightening back up, he held her eyes for a moment, then let his own make their way down her fair, beautiful, and extraordinarily buxom body before making it back to her eyes.  His danced and he gave a cheerfully lecherous grin.  “Serge Renard, of the Dales, well met Sheherazod of the many talents.”<br/><br/>When the scrying was done, Serge nodded gravely.  He paid particularly close attention tot he necromancer, trying to get a good enough image of her to focus other divination upon.  “It seems more scyring isn't needful at this time.  I'll conserve this one 'til it will prove useful.”<br/><br/>He frowned a little bit when Adrian suggested teleporting in with a strike team.  “I'd be willing to take those odds, Adrian, but I must say I'd like them a lot better if I thought the rest of us could join in quickly.  Teleportation is a feat—unfortunately--that is beyond my abilities.  Perhaps I've spent too much time mastering martial skills to truly keep up with you in the art.”<br/><br/>The redhead liked the new plan a little better, and he nodded in approval.  “I'm afraid I can't provide you with invisibility, Sheherazod.  My skill with illusions is limited at best.  But hugs I'm happy to provide.”  The powerful man didn't hesitate to provide the requested affection to the purple haired girl before she teleported away on her scouting mission.  His arms were thick and mighty, his back broad, and he stood head and shoulders taller than she.