<strong>PC</strong>Brogan (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=683441)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Rossi/Any<br/><hr/>So this cigar-maker viewed her craft as artistry, and not just some means to make a few silvers here and there. That was a good sign of quality. Not to mention, the sample he had taken was very catchy to him, and when he had seen her work, the skill of her fingers and hands while working with the delicate leaves left no doubt in his mind that she knew what she was doing.<br/><br/>To her suggestion that he might pick-up the stubs from the local cretins, Brogan just responded with a short, soft grunt,<strong>"Hmm."</strong>He had no intentions of doing that, of course, but he appreciated her defending her skill so colorfully.<br/><br/>Her comment about men made his lips curve slightly with the hint of a smile. The tips of his lower tusks were clearly visible when he smiled, short enough now to show that he was a young man amongst his kind. His eyes remained focused on her hands, noticing how deftly they moved, almost with a grace akin to a dancer. The flash of curiosity coursed through his mind's eye - how would those hands feel against his skin, he wondered?<br/><br/>She added the sixth cigar with a hint of intrigue, and he felt himself being lured in by not just her physical appearance, but also by her words. She fanned them out for him to see, and even recommended the sixth one be saved for something 'special'.<br/><br/>She leaned forward, then, resting her chin on her hands, and placing a pair of her greatest physical assets on display. Brogan's eyes lowered to gaze at her curves - he didn't even bother trying to hide the look. A woman was made to be gazed upon, he believed. Beautiful to entice a mate, it was the way of things, just as some animals displayed various plumage in order to attract attention, and in that regard Rossi was succeeding.<br/><br/>Likely, the woman was playing him for the fool in some way, and he had two strikes against him. First, he was a newcomer to the island, so he did not know her reputation. Based on the various glances and glares cast this way when he approached her, he assumed that she -did- have some sort of reputation. Second, most people considered half-orcs to be stupid and easy targets for their nefarious ends. Granted, many of his kind -were- dim-witted and slow, and easily duped. Brogan was not one of those people. Despite whatever luscious curves she possessed, no amount of smooth, dark skin was worth a life.<br/><br/><strong>"Why do I get the impression that in the native tongue here, 'Rossi' means 'trouble'?"</strong>he asked, smirking at her in return. But his hand lowered with the five silver pieces and stacked them gently on the table in front of her. He carefully began to retrieve the six cigars, his eyes frequently glancing up to her in case she wished to continue speaking.<br/><br/><strong>"And yes, as a woman you can give - and ask in return. So what is it that you would ask in exchange for the favorable price you agreed to?"</strong>he asked curiously. It was but a single silver's discount, so he assumed she would ask for a drink, or perhaps for him to rough-up some unruly person who had offended her earlier. But for the moment he looked down at her, waiting for her response.