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<blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 6939944" data-attributes="member: 6804768"><p><strong>Aust sees Aletia...</strong></p><p></p><p>~ <span style="color: #ff0000">What a way to end this evening...am I seeing things...</span>~</p><p></p><p>Clearly elven. He knew if from her voice before he ever laid eyes on her. He had stepped away to wash up and relieve himself. When he returned, Jabbar was talking with a newcomer. Even soaking wet, he was instantly struck by her presence. She was...not like ordinary elves. She was not like ordinary anything. Certainly not the barmaids he was accustomed to. He was not present when she entered, so he was naturally curious how she came to be in their shop. The way this evening had gone, nothing in that regard was off of the table. </p><p></p><p>He instantly felt awkward. Self-conscious even. After all, he looked like death-warmed over. And based on the rhat's neurotic pity, he might well BE death-warmed over before the week was out. She was...exquisite. No way was she a smuggler. She wasn't dressed for the weather; that much was certain. Her wet clothes stuck to her skin, outlining her figure despite her cloak. Nope. No way. She wasn't anything that could hide anywhere, least of all plain sight. She wasn't about the Vul or the guards; none of their ilk could touch this. </p><p></p><p>He only caught parts of what she and Jabbar were discussing. Still self-conscious, Aust nearly tripped as he made his way behind the bar, finding a spare bottle of wine where it hadn't been before. </p><p></p><p>~<span style="color: #ff0000"> Well, hell. If I'd only have found this earlier....</span>~</p><p></p><p>He found a clean cup. Heaven forbid he simply chug the wine from the bottle. There were ladies present! Dwarves didn't count. He took both to a spot at the bar close enough to eavesdrop but not to intrude. He needed a brief respite. If nothing else, the shallow act of seeing something as darn pretty as this elven lass, even soaked to the bone, made his predicament the least little bit better. Jabbar was discussing something with her. Aust heard one phrase clearly, and it shook him out of his blurred puppy-dog admiration of the attractive newcomer: "<em><span style="color: #800080">...patrons are known associates of the Black Network....</span></em>" </p><p></p><p>His interest shifted suddenly and totally. His self-consciousness gave way to momentary clarity. "<em><span style="color: #800080">...the Black Network....</span></em>" </p><p></p><p>All of a sudden, this white-hot beautiful elven girl was a whole lot more interesting in a whole lot less trivial ways.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aust Thale, post: 6939944, member: 6804768"] [b]Aust sees Aletia...[/b] ~ [COLOR=#ff0000]What a way to end this evening...am I seeing things...[/COLOR]~ Clearly elven. He knew if from her voice before he ever laid eyes on her. He had stepped away to wash up and relieve himself. When he returned, Jabbar was talking with a newcomer. Even soaking wet, he was instantly struck by her presence. She was...not like ordinary elves. She was not like ordinary anything. Certainly not the barmaids he was accustomed to. He was not present when she entered, so he was naturally curious how she came to be in their shop. The way this evening had gone, nothing in that regard was off of the table. He instantly felt awkward. Self-conscious even. After all, he looked like death-warmed over. And based on the rhat's neurotic pity, he might well BE death-warmed over before the week was out. She was...exquisite. No way was she a smuggler. She wasn't dressed for the weather; that much was certain. Her wet clothes stuck to her skin, outlining her figure despite her cloak. Nope. No way. She wasn't anything that could hide anywhere, least of all plain sight. She wasn't about the Vul or the guards; none of their ilk could touch this. He only caught parts of what she and Jabbar were discussing. Still self-conscious, Aust nearly tripped as he made his way behind the bar, finding a spare bottle of wine where it hadn't been before. ~[COLOR=#ff0000] Well, hell. If I'd only have found this earlier....[/COLOR]~ He found a clean cup. Heaven forbid he simply chug the wine from the bottle. There were ladies present! Dwarves didn't count. He took both to a spot at the bar close enough to eavesdrop but not to intrude. He needed a brief respite. If nothing else, the shallow act of seeing something as darn pretty as this elven lass, even soaked to the bone, made his predicament the least little bit better. Jabbar was discussing something with her. Aust heard one phrase clearly, and it shook him out of his blurred puppy-dog admiration of the attractive newcomer: "[I][COLOR=#800080]...patrons are known associates of the Black Network....[/COLOR][/I]" His interest shifted suddenly and totally. His self-consciousness gave way to momentary clarity. "[I][COLOR=#800080]...the Black Network....[/COLOR][/I]" All of a sudden, this white-hot beautiful elven girl was a whole lot more interesting in a whole lot less trivial ways. [/QUOTE]
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