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Aya looks to the man and woman on the ground. "Do you know the man who attacked you?"[I]

Aya looks to Father Grimwald. "You know, Father. For a would-be murderer, this one does not seem to have much of a backbone."

Aya regains her footing and advances on the men holding the would-be killer. Tossing her hair out of her eyes, she gestures for them to bring the man back into the circle. "Not so fast, brother. You've had your dance, now you must pay the fiddler."

Aya leaps at the man attempting to flee, trying to tackle him. 7 +1 = 8. Feh.

Woot! Natural 20! 23 total, baby! Good dice!

Aya trips the enraged man as he lunges....hopefully. Rolled 19! Woot! Plus STR = 20 , or Plus DEX = 22!

Aya Init: 13 + 3 = 16!

OOC: DJMG, the wounded person is male. Aya steps delicately away from the puddling urine. She with her foot, she moves the man's sword out of reach, watching him closely all the time.

Aya steps out of the crowd. Placing the tip of one dagger to his kidney and the edge of the other to his throat she whispers, "Come now, brother. You don't need that anymore. Drop it." Intimidate 13 + 1 = 14

Of course he is unaware. I am like the wind!

Aya goes stealth down the steps of the museum, trying to stay unnoticed as she circles behind the armed man. Move silently check: 15 + 3 = 18! Woot! I am like the wind!

Aya pulls two curved knives from her sash and sprints toward the door, elbowing patrons out of her way.

Aya grins. "Of course, Father. Whatever you like. There are some lovely nudes and statues in the East wing." Btw, I have a blog going, if anyone is interested. The URL is: www.tamelaj.blogspot.com

Aya appears at the breakfast table, dressed in an embroidered, white silk blouse with billowing sleeves, loose, calf-length pantaloons, a scarlet silk sash, and tooled leather sandals. Her long, black hair hangs straight down her back, and is held back from her face by a simple ebony hair...

Nope. Gotta keep it PG.

Aya stumbles into the bath house and mumbles her thanks to the waiting attendant. She disappears into one of the stalls but reappears momentarily to ask for some chilled wine to be brought...quickly.

Aya smiles. "That will not be necessary, Father. My thanks." She turns and walks gracefully from the room, but not before reaching out to run her fingers along the collar of a handsome musician. Mere moments after her exit, the young man stands and follows.

Snowelf's birthday? Is it? Well, Happy Birthday! Aya stretches as she rises from her cushions. "I do think I'll retire for the evening as well. It was a long day and I certainly want to be fresh for tomorrow's tour. If you'll pardon me..." she bows, hands pointed down in the Ransoori fashion.

21! Aya is a dancin' fool!

Aya applauds heartily, her dark eyes taking in the costumes (or is it the bodies?) of the dancers appreciatively. You see her wink in the direction of the musicians, but are not quite sure at whom.