<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Bella-y-bestia_cropped.jpg)</div>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=654940<br/>Arslan<br/><br/>Arslan entered in his full kit, looking more like the construction worker he'd once been than the powerful adventurer he'd become.  The tall, leonine shifter had beefy muscles and a broad back.  His chain shirt—a beautiful bit of mithral artifice—was largely concealed by a tool vest from which hung suspended devices both creative and destructive, magical and mundane.  He carried more of them in pocket dimensions.<br/><br/>He entered with another shifter on his arm, a powerful cleric of Dol Arrah whom had once been his concubine.  Though he'd emancipated her after the war and they were neither of them exclusive, he was still publicly affectionate and somewhat dominant with her.<br/><br/>Before the conversation began, Arslan's eyes wandered over the girls in the room, especially his Raela.  His eyes never got tired of wandering over her trim waist and generous curves clad in form fitted and gleaming silver flame touched iron.<br/><br/>They didn't neglect his other team members either, each girl had their own allure. Leisha was as curvacious as she was strong.  It was a real shame she was so difficult to touch, being dead and all.  Zepha of Lyrander was hard bodied and svelte with such a high, proud bosom.  Arslan could never tell when the princess was going to show the snobbery of the upper classes and when she was going to be a companion wild and free as the wind.<br/><br/>Arslan pulled out a chair for Raela at his right, then another for Leisha at the left.  Perching on the chair, he leaned over steepled fingers to listen.