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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6174392" data-attributes="member: 40413">Qalabash Baram, human staff magusQalabash grins and nods encouragingly at Jericho's tale of the exotic dancer despite the young man's distractingly flappy hands.  He doesn't seem to catch on that he is being sized up for valuables though truth be told he doesn't seem to have much and his coin purse looks to be secured underneath his leather jerkin; there might be something of value in his pack though the thing looks sadly deflated."Ah, the old fire dancer trick!  Her beauteous contortions, the promise of perversions, the danger of fire..."He stops to admire the beautiful woman who enters the bar, distracted from his conversation."Have you noticed the unusually high number of gorgeous women in this bar?  I do not wish any here to believe that I object, quite the contrary, however I do find it, uhmm, unusual.  What do you suppose the odds are of the next woman to enter this bar being divinely beautiful to be?"He blinks.  Rapidly, three times in a row.  Something doesn't seem quite right about his last question but then he shrugs it off enjoying himself to much to worry overly much about the perplexities of northern grammar.  In the process of contemplating beauty, probability, and grammar he glances down and catches sight of the glass of liquor that Grog has placed before him.  As he goes to pick it up he studies the half-orc's face and decides there is entirely too much humor and challenge.  He slowly uncoils his fingers from around the glass.  Or maybe he's just imagining things; he's never been much good at reading people."A shortage of rats, you say?  Preposterous!"  Qalabash studies the drink with no small amount of doubt.  "I am not certain of the meaning of your quaint northern colloquialism but if it applies I shall embrace it.  Do you, perhaps, have something more suited for the, ah, hoity toity?"The southerner is saved from a night drinking to unconsciousness by the announcement of employ available.  Qalabash perks up and gives the man with the magnificent mustachios a bow."Sir, I am adventurous, I am broke, and while my life experience is great it is, perhaps, not the sort one would look for when doing hiring of this nature."  He looks nervous for a moment as if realizing that he is talking himself out of a job but can't help himself.  With a burst he makes an attempt to talk himself up.  "But I work cheap!"<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/10/8npg.png/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/2678/8npg.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>. . . Qalabash Baram . . .[sblock=OOC]Perrinmiller runs a great game and I want in.  But, I have another character in play so if there are too many applicants or the group is too heavy in the arcane department I would sit it out and continue to chat in the DWI. I leave it to your discretion, PM.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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