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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 11, 2019 20:09:18 GMT -5
It takes you about an hour to find the Half-Orc that Randell harassed before, and oddly you find him standing pretty much where he was when he was harassed. Now you know you passed this place at least twice while doubling back and checking other locations. Oh well, he's there now. You get a better look at the well muscled fellow with the jutting tusks and the deeply tanned green skin. As you approach you notice that he isn't wearing any shoes. His pants and shirt are of the latest fashion. Well made with a simple cut, and no embellishments. He has a belt pouch hanging from one hip, and a short sword hanging from the other. You reach his location, and have to look up to his 6'7" stature. He sees you approach, and nods at you. "You looking for a crossing?" He asks in deep, heavily accented near guttural sounding voice.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jun 11, 2019 20:25:05 GMT -5
She shakes her head as she approaches the man, politely crossing her arms behind her back.
"I'm afraid not, I just need to ask you about the gentleman who seems hellbent on making your life bothersome. Does Randell often cause problems for you?" She tilts her head slightly as she asks that, giving him a stern look in the process.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 11, 2019 21:03:15 GMT -5
The Half-Orc looks at you strangely for a moment, then has that moment of realization that you were looking for, "Oh, you mean da guard man. That guy's a prick." He crosses his arms, which makes his muscles seem even bigger somehow. He adjusts his stance so his weight is all on one foot, with a slight lean back. It simultaneously gives him the impression of being larger somehow, and also being at his ease. "He must live up that way somewhere" He says glancing up the road toward the house Randell when into, "I never see him traveling with other guard man. Most guards travel in threes when they're working." He shrugs, "Doesn't matter. Guy likes to harass any of non-Humans. If he wasn't a guard I would have busted his face ages ago."
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jun 11, 2019 21:23:02 GMT -5
"I think that's well deserved, honesty" She nods slowly as she replies to him, giving him a smile with a devious twinkle in her eyes.
"Listen, as a fellow non-human myself, I don't really like him that much either. So I'm planning to enact a little revenge... So for that, I need some more information, if you have any. I need to know if he's the only one in that house or not" Dahlia gently places her hands together as she talks, giving off an air of professionalism. She's not playing games here and she sounds very serious, clearly disliking this guard as much as the half-orc does.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 12, 2019 6:18:51 GMT -5
The Half-Orc raises his hands, "Whoh there, I don't want to hear any more about whatever it is you're planning." He looks around at the people passing by worriedly. He leans down toward you, which only makes him seem even more intimidating, "Listen Mistress, I haul a rope for a living. I don't want to get involved. I'm sorry." He adds one final whispered sentence before crossing the street to ply his services. "If it's information you seek, find a beggar." You see the man asking anybody that's headed toward the river if they need a crossing. While you watch he is pointedly not looking back in your direction, but you can tell that he's keeping an eye on you in his peripheral vision. Looking to the sun, you don't have a lot of time left to get back to the Wayfarer's Rest before showtime. You could seek out a beggar, but you won't then have time to prepare yourself before you perform. It's your call.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jun 12, 2019 9:43:44 GMT -5
She huffs a bit as he walks away, placing her hands on her hips in a frustrated way.
"It's not like I was going to kill him or anything..." She mumbles to herself while watching him move on, huffing quietly again. She then starts to walk away from the area, keeping the beggar in mind while walking back to the Wayfarer's Rest. She decides to seek them out tomorrow, when she has more time. Dahlia has a show to get ready for after all.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 12, 2019 10:02:25 GMT -5
You arrive at the Wayfarer's Rest after about a half hour of straight uphill climbing. This city physically makes it tough for someone to rise in station, not just socially. The large whitewashed structure is a welcoming sight after so much climbing. Pushing open the double doors you see the same double hearths on opposite walls each flanked on either side with long benches. A scattering of round tables between the fireplaces. The stairs that climb the right wall near the back lead up to the rooms. A couple private booths near the stairs and the bar, and kitchen door in the back left corner of the room. Directly to your right is the open space where the musician is playing the dulcimer. To your right, at a table with two seats sits the ginger haired fellow that nods to you each time you come here. Three tables feature men and women gambling, with food and drink flowing freely. Another table has a man with the look of a farmer, another with the look of a lumberjack, a woman that seems to be fawning over the lumberjack. A gorgeous hunk of man flesh that drew your attention so much that you almost missed the red scaled Dragonborn and the bookish Halfling that sit to either side of him. One of the private booths at he back has a trio of armoured men and a woman in a robe pouring over a map.
The ginger haired server with the ample cleavage scoots past you, "There's a seat up by the bar if you like." You seem to recall her name as Ruby, which fits given her hair. You notice Old Borris behind the bar, and Sarah is still serving tables near the back end of the room.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jun 13, 2019 13:01:34 GMT -5
Dahlia gives Ruby a smile and a polite nod, moving further into the room. She also gives the man by the door a quick nod before approaching the bar. She takes a seat at the bar, sighing softly as she brushes some of her hair back into place. She straightens her bun before looking towards Borris.
"Busy day so far?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 14, 2019 9:24:28 GMT -5
Old Borris smiles his fatherly smile, chuckling so that his girth jiggles, "It's always busy at the Rest, just the way I like it." Sarah brushes past you with a laden tray, "Hi there. I'm looking forward to your performance." She manages before she's swallowed by the crowd. The bookish Halfling puts a cat on the table, it's hard to say which is more adorable, the Halfling or the cat. The doors open again, but nobody stands in the doorway, perhaps the wind then? One of the hanging chandlers begins to sway slightly, and a bit of dust trails down from the rafters. Old Borris looks up at the dust, and says, "I'll have to get Tad in here again. Can't be having dust blow around like that." He's talking to himself, but happens to be standing in front of you as he says it. The door opens again, and the Guildmaster you met earlier in the day enters the room. He moves toward a half filled table, and abruptly the people sitting there all seem to have seen friends sitting at other tables. Each gathers their belongings and moves off to find another place to sit. The Guildmaster takes a seat at the now vacated table. Old Borris looks at the Guildmaster, who is nodding to you at that moment, and says, "You brought me a Guildmaster, eh? Best you start your performance then." His tone is all warmth and appreciation. As you stand up, the door opens again. A lot of eyes are drawn to the red skinned Tiefling that enters. Your lunch date is still wearing her green layered pettycoats. She crosses the room to take a seat with the Guildmaster, and you watch heads turn to follow her progress.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jun 17, 2019 16:53:54 GMT -5
Dahlia gulps quietly to herself as she looks between the Guildmaster and Dalaroa, silently considering her options here. She needs to act natural here, knowing she needs to play it safe. She takes a deep breath, moving towards the stage.
As she walks though, she takes a quick glance at the rafters, scanning for where the creature might be. She wants to make sure she can avoid it.
Perception: 13 + 1 = 14
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 18, 2019 20:36:14 GMT -5
You take your glance at the Guildmaster, but his attention is on Dalaroa who is only just sitting down. When your gaze shifts to Dalaroa, she shoots you a wink and leans in to speak with the Guildmaster. She places both her hands on the Guildmaster's arm, and laughs at something he said to her. Turning away from them, and setting them aside in your thoughts are easy enough to do when you have a crowd to entertain. Harder to forget about is the Guildmaster's bodyguard, who you feel even now is looking at your hungrily. That creepy feeling of being watched is likely your imagination anyway, right? I mean, that giant beast couldn't even fit through the doors, let alone the rafters themselves, right? You reach the stage, and a couple people glance in your direction. For the most part though the room just keeps on as it was before you approached. The fellow with the dulcimer brings the tune he was playing to a close a few verses earlier than the songs natural ending, but nobody seems to notice that either. "You passed the audition. Good. I quite liked your performance myself." He smiles up at you from his seat, hammers still in hand. "Name's Herald by the way, and you are?" He puts both hammers in one hand, and offers you his free one. After you give him a name, he asks, "So what's the plan for this performance?" The two of you go over your ideas, and he plays you a few quiet samples. After about a minute you have worked out the details, and are ready to begin your performance.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jul 18, 2019 11:15:24 GMT -5
As she approches the musician, she gives him a polite smile and let's her worries melt away for the time being. Surely, nothing will happen in a crowd of people this large.
"You may call me Dahlia, good sir. I'm quite looking forward to working along side you, you really seem to know what you're doing."
As they sort out what song they will be playing, Dahlia steps onto the center part of the stage, raising her hands and using thaumaturgy to make the lights give her a bit of a spotlight. As Herald starts to play his instrument, Dahlia starts to sing a song about a "Gentleman Jack" like character, a semi noble woman who would seduce unhappy housewives with her endless charm and wit. As she sings, she moves off the stage, walking through the crowd with a spring in her step. She spins around tables as she keeps it up, smiling at whatever patrons she faces.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 19, 2019 11:14:08 GMT -5
Almost as soon as the music begins, you see a few people look up from what they were doing. Most continue with their prior activities, that is until you begin to sing. Once you begin, the crowd realizes that this is a performance, and not just background music. More and more eyes fall upon you as you make your way through the crowd, easily holding the attention of those you pass. The next hour goes by in the blink of an eye, with you swimming in the attention of the crowd.
With your set complete, you take a bow and the crowd showers you with applause. Several people gather around you to commend you on a job well done. A fellow with the look of a miner offers you a frothy tankard that smells of ale. The Guildmaster glances up at the rafters, and shakes his head. It was the slightest motion, which you would have missed if you were not already attentive to the rafters.
What now?
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Aug 14, 2020 7:33:50 GMT -5
She smiles sweetly as she carefully steps off the stage, taking a moment or two to have a little chat with the folks gathered around her. Dahlia seems to glow under all this attention she's getting, basking in it and thanking the people around her for the kind words. As she gets handed the mug of ale, she gives the man a smile and a wink as she raises her glass in appreciation.
As the crowd slowly starts to settle, she turns her attention to the guildmaster and Dalaroa, raising her mug at them as well in thanks for their appearance here tonight. She will go talk to them after dealing with her newfound fans.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 14, 2020 14:20:28 GMT -5
The crowd gathered around you doesn't really settle. Some of the well wishers go back to their tables, but others stay close. A little too close, truth be told. It's hard to make out what any of them are actually saying, as they talk all over one another trying to get your attention. You pick out requests for specific songs, or dances. A drunkard gives you a slurred marriage proposal. Two men and a woman make lewd comments about your appearance. What was moments before a basking in the afterglow of a performance has quickly turned into a nightmare.
The bodies are pressed too closely around you to force your way clear, that is until they aren't anymore. A path opens up as if by magic, leaving you a clear path to the table where the Guildmaster sits with Dalaroa. Both seem engaged in conversation, pointedly avoiding looking at the new found opening. Floating in the gap is a massive spectral hand some eight feet across, with it's pointer finger and thumb holding a large fellow by the scruff of his neck about three feet off the ground. The crowd is looking wide eyed up at the suspended fellow, quickly finding their way back to their seats.
With the room cleared of potential dangers to your person, and the rest of the Guildmaster's table's seats unoccupied. What do you do now?
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Aug 14, 2020 16:22:50 GMT -5
Dahlia raises an eyebrow at the now aloft man, watching curiously before smirking in amusement. She slips past him, making her way over the guildmaster's table and taking a seat, fixing her hair that got jostled in the crowd.
She then gives both of the people at the table a sly smile, looking very pleased with herself.
"So... Did you enjoy the performance or do I need to get back up on stage?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 14, 2020 17:06:54 GMT -5
As you skirt past the floating man, the hand abruptly vanishes and the man lands with a thump. He vanishes into the crowd like smoke on a stiff breeze. The area is not completely clear of onlookers, everyone in the crowd is pointedly leaving you be. As you slide into the seat Dalaroa claps her hands in front of herself in applause, "That was fantastic Darling." The Guildmaster raises his glass, and nods over it's brim in appreciation. Dalaroa laughs, and adds, "Why can't it be both?" She slides a glass of fine wine across the table toward you. "First a break, a glass of wine and some conversation." She smiles again, and this time it's more friendly then before. Her eye contact bores into you. The Guildmaster looks back and forth between the two of you, and smiles, sitting back into his chair and steepling his fingers.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Aug 14, 2020 17:54:02 GMT -5
She accepts the glass of wine, taking a little sip before giving Dalaroa a nod of appreciation. She shifts in her seat a little bit, settling in for a conversation.
"Ah, it's nice to perform like that again. Hard to gather an audience when you're always traveling." She says that with a soft, relaxed sigh.
"And so is good company..." Dahlia smiles at both of them as she comments on that. "I might even settle in here for some time. I must say, I've been charmed"
Her attention turns to Dalaroa as she says that, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 15, 2020 7:46:20 GMT -5
Dalaroa leans in setting one elbow on the table, and resting her chin on her fist. "You said you've been traveling. Where have you traveled to?" She interrupts any response you might have given almost immediately, "Oh! Better question! What is the favourite place you've traveled to?" The Guildmaster smiles, "I to am interested in where you've been. Also, since you're staying for a time will you still be performing?" The crowd around is still going about their business as if your table doesn't exist. You're not even getting the side eyed glances you're used to getting because of your horns. It's clearly because of the Guildmaster, but why are all the people so afraid of him? They can't all know about the creature lurking in the rafters. His little display with the glowing hand could have been enough, you suppose.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Aug 15, 2020 8:10:47 GMT -5
Dahlia can't help but to laugh as Dalaroa interrupts her, finding her excitement rather cute.
"Oh goodness, I've been all over the place, I like being on the move you see. I have some fond memories of a small city near the base of a snowy mountain range and a rather bustling port city with a fantastic market. A lot of my travel has been rather landlocked though, I must say"
She takes another sip of her wine before turning her attention to the guildmaster, nodding slightly before she starts to chat again.
"Oh oui! If sweet Borris wouldn't mind me sticking around of course. I'd like to see what else this city has to offer for someone like me, I can tell that I can really sink my teeth into this place"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 18, 2020 9:29:49 GMT -5
Dalaroa pouts, and it's adorable, "You're being vague on purpose." "It's a defense mechanism. One that is not needed in the current company." Master Wickman chimes in, "Come now, what's the name of the small city by the snowy mountain range, or the bustling port city with the market?" Both of them sip their own wine, and wait for your response.
"I am sure Borris will allow you to stay, as long as you stay out of trouble of course. No fighting with the other patrons or stealing anything." When he says stealing anything he makes eye contact, and you swear the beating of your heart could be seen right through your clothes. The Guildmaster raises his empty glass to a passing bar maid, who nods and heads off to get him a refill. Is it just your guilt that made his words seem pointed at you? Or was it just friendly advice? Another creak of the beams over your head ties your stomach in knots.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Aug 18, 2020 13:10:20 GMT -5
A small chuckle escapes her lips but it sounds a little dry, shaking her head slightly.
"Forgive me, I'm used to keeping things to myself, you grow that way when you're always by yourself" She pauses for a moment, swirling the wine in her glass before taking another gulp of it. "I'm sure you've heard of these places before, but I'm talking about Frost Base city that's below the Rolling Silver mountains and the Saffron Shores"
Dahlia's mind races for a moment as the guildmaster speaks up, but she's used to keeping her composure in difficult situations. She tilts his head at her slightly and a stray lock of hair follows the movement.
"I wouldn't want to cause poor Borris any trouble anyways, he has a growing family to take care of. If I just so happen to cause some problems for myself while I'm here, I plan to deal with them myself. I prefer to stay out of trouble in fact, but I'm afraid I'm also a curious soul."
She gives him a little smile as she rests her head on her hand, rolling her neck the other way.
"I think I'm the last person you need to worry about, Sir. I might look like a fiend, but I am not a malevolent being"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 20, 2020 7:09:31 GMT -5
Dalaroa laughs, “I understand completely Darling, as do all of those that share our blood.”
The Guildmaster nods, but you know he doesn’t truly understand what it’s like to have fiendish blood running through your veins. “I have heard of Frost Base City. It’s in the Lawless Sea, is it not?” Asks Master Wickman. “I’ve never been to the Lawless Sea. I’ve heard some merchant Captain is doing his best to bring law to the area though. Best of luck with that if the rumors are true.”
You carefully observe the Guildmaster’s actions after your responses, but he seems rather preoccupied with his fresh glass of wine. When you mention dealing with your problems yourself, the Guildmaster smiles, but that smile doesn’t reach his eyes. The smile returns to his eyes as he says, “Glad to hear it. I’m afraid I have to take my leave. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” He rises from the table, and gives a slight bow to both of you.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Sept 4, 2020 11:25:10 GMT -5
Dahlia smiles to herself as Dalaroa speaks up, her tail swaying slightly like a lazy but happy dog. However, she keeps her attention on the Guildmaster.
"Yes I've heard the same rumor as well, but I've never met anyone like him on my travels. I think a man like that is too busy to to enjoy a show like mine." She leans back slightly as she recalls that, moving her finger along the bottom of the wine glass.
As the Guildmaster announces his leave, she gives him a polite nod and a firm smile. She still has a close eye on him, watching for any unusual twitch or movement that could mean danger for herself.
"Of course, I'd love to see you come to another one of my performances at some point. Until we meet again." With that said, she raises her glass at him.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 4, 2020 13:37:47 GMT -5
The Guild Master grabs his wine glass, and slowly drains it's contents. Is he just drinking, or communicating with his body guard? He nods while still looking up into the rafters, then lowers his glass. That had to be more than just a drink, right? The Guild Master makes his way across the room and out the door. You watch carefully, but don't see any indication that his body guard followed him. To be fair, invisible things are hard to see. Still though, there should have been some indication. A creak, dust falling, or the rafter's themselves bowing under that thing's weight. You have a sinking feeling in your gut that tonight is going to get interesting.
With the Guild Master gone, your attention is drawn back down from the rafters to the woman sitting at the table with you. Her tail flicks up, and pats the seat the man vacated. Once you move seats, she shifts her chair closer and whispers, "I've never heard him talk like that before. You're not in any trouble, are you?" She seems a little concerned, but with her sitting this close it's hard to concentrate on anything but the warmth radiating off of her skin.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Dec 11, 2020 20:11:14 GMT -5
She then turns to her company, giving her a lazy but sly smile. She shakes her head slowly, tutting softly.
"Oh I certainly hope not. I might like to cause a bit of mischief sometimes, but I usually avoid conflict. I'm a lover, darling, not a fighter" She chuckles softly, resting her chin in her hands as the conversation continues. Dahlia tries to relax, keeping a pleased look on her face to keep her new friend from worrying. She still feels uneasy, but she doesn't want that to ruin her night and the high of a good performance.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 13, 2020 20:27:22 GMT -5
Dalaroa though steady close leans in closer still, the warmth of her flesh radiating off of her, “So you’re a lover are you?” Her eyes meet yours, inches away, and she wets her lips with a quick dart of her tongue before leaning back in her chair once more. “I like a little mischief in my life too, but I have to be careful. There is only one other of our kind that I’ve met, an albino woman that works in the palace. It’s taken a long time for me to get into the High District, and I don’t want anything to mess that up for me.”
She waves a dismissive hand then, “This is too serious for a night out.” She leans back in to be heard without having to raise her voice, but not as close as before. The conversation flows freely between the pair of you, and you realize that the Rest is almost empty. It must have been hours, but it only felt like moments. You’re both a little tipsy as well, free drinks bought by those that saw your performance.
Dalaroa yawns daintily behind her hand, which sets off a yawn of your own.”It is late, and I must be off.” She says while making slow progress toward gathering her belongings.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Apr 30, 2021 13:35:04 GMT -5
Dahlia nods slowly, helping her collect her things politely. She then stands up tall, brushing off the front of her dress while her tail lazily sways behind her.
"Yes, I need some rest for my voice. I have a feeling I will be rather busy here." She says that with a soft chuckle, guiding Dalaroa to the exit of the tavern.
"Thank you again for coming, it truly means so much to me. And please, you are most welcome to come by again."
After she sees her friend off, she turns around to head back into the tavern. Before she heads to her room, she will wish Boris a good night and snag herself a warm cup of tea with some honey in it. Dahlia finds a good cup of tea after a performance does wonders for her voice.
When she finally gets to her room, she sighs a bit before placing the cup on her bedside table, finally feeling all the excitement of the day catching up to her. As she sets her items aside, she undoes the bun in her hair and shakes it out. Tussling her hair a bit, Dahlia with grab her comfortable nightgown, which is much more covering than one would expect, and changes into it.
Carefully and slowly, she starts to wipe off her makeup from the day as she sits on her bed. As tired as she is, Dahlia will never let herself go to sleep without doing her end of the day beauty routine. As she braids her hair for the night, she peers over at the bag she grabbed from the guild master earlier in the day, debating opening it to investigate, but she settles on doing that in the morning. She does need her beauty sleep after all. After a nice cup of tea, of course.
With a small stretch and a yawn, she fluffs up her pillow before scooting under the covers. Sliding her hand under the pillow, she with place the knife she keeps in her hair, just for safe keeping. With all of that done, she finally lays on her back and settles in for a night's rest.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 2, 2021 7:12:32 GMT -5
As the pair of you head for the door, her tail wraps around behind you and twirls around the tip of yours. The tailed equivalent of holding hands. “It was my pleasure. You are quite talented darling.” Her tail lets go of yours, and you feel it wrap around your waist. You are hauled forward into an embrace, her tail pulling your body tightly against hers. A soft whisper tickles your ear, “I look forward to seeing you perform again.” She pulls back enough to look you in the face, “Perhaps a much more...” she leans in and kisses you on the cheek, “...Intimate performance.” She winks, and turns for the door in a swirl of fabric.
You look for Old Borris, but he has already gone to bed for the evening. All the staff you saw before have already left the floor. There are three people still in the bar, an older woman, slight of build, with her hair in a tight bun sweeps along the back of the room. A young man is wrapped in a blanket near the fire, using his backpack as a pillow. Finally, a very well dressed dignified man sits at a table with a cup of tea.
You snap awake at the creak of a floorboard, sitting up with your blade in hand you can’t see anything at all. It’s far darker than it should be, even in the dead of night.
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Post by kitteninaboxx on Jul 17, 2021 8:37:14 GMT -5
Her hands shake a bit as she grips the hilt of her dagger tightly, giving the room a frantic look around. She tries to get her eyes to focus after just snapping awake, silently thanking whatever deity watching over her that she is a light sleeper.
Dahlia can feel her stomach turn from a creeping sense of anxiety, her heart pounding as she wonders if that demonic creature that followed the guild master had found it's way into her room. That thought only causes her to clutch the hilt tighter, not willing to go down without a fight if she has to.
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