The Four Lands - The Intelligence Service

Stalker is still intimated by the lady's present, so for the time being he mostly restricts himself to eating and chatting to the lady and his new companions. Although he does keep making surreptitious glances and smiles at a particularly sunning red-head who has caught his eye. Sometime during the evening he will covertly pocket his purse. For his part, unless really pressed, Stalkers conversation will be inconsequential.

Only when it is obviously that the meal is over and others are starting to leave, will Stalker get up, bid the lady a polite goodnight and walk over to the red-head. After talking together for a couple of minutes, they will quietly leave together.
 

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Donovan Tepari, human cleric

Donovan raises an eyebrow as their host introduces her next 'gift' to the group. He looks across the others a moment, then back to those gathered for perusal.

"We've been locked away quite some time," Donovan says. As he stands from his finished meal, he walks over to the most well-muscled of the 4 men. "Feeling a bit out of shape. Could use a good sparring partner before I have to face the world."

He bows to the others at the table, offering no further explanation and his gaze unapologetic, then turns to return to his quarters with the servant.
 

Having been raised as a monk has left Arie a little lacking in . . . Practical applications shall we say . . . to the writings of some of the more exotic texts that are usually hidden away by, well, who knows who . He see a young, dark haired beaty standing a bit nervous and unsure of herself.

He cleans his face and hands of any food debris, tucks away his payment and sneaks some of the proffered delights within his robes.

grabbing some more of the fruits he himself enjoyed he offers it to the young girl and asks, "are you hungry? " then he leads her to a corner to let her eat. He watchers her demeener while she does so so as to ascertain if she has been starved or otherwise mistreated herself. when she is done eating he whispers to her "fear not, I am gentle." and then leads her away to privet quarters. . . . . .
 

Dinner

Sensing the party has turned it's attentions to other areas. the lady takes nico's hint as well as the others and brings the dinner to a close. "I must be off gentlmen I shall see you sometime in the future to be sure..but for now be welcome and focus on the training...." she then stands up and exitis the room.
 

Braxton raises and eyebrow and looks around the table at his companions. "Are we to be trained here, then?" It is clear that the young man is still a bit confused about the situation he has suddenly found himself in.
 

On the way out of the dinning room, Stalker looks back over his shoulder and responds to Braxton's comments. "As training start in the morning. I expect we will find out about where exactly then. Tonight is for pleasure which, if the lady's previous actions are anything to go by, will be in very short supply in the near future. I just hope I have time to go back to my digs and collect my stuff. So saying, Stalker guides his lady friend out of the door and follows her upstairs.
 

Watching the others select a female and then retire for the evening, understanding finally dawns in Frigin's eyes. "Well met indeed!" he cries going over to the large woman he can't take his eyes off of. Hoisting her into the air he spins around a few times and the vieled beauty laughs lightly at him. "We shall have some bliss and perhaps a kiss." he says letting her drop lightly to the ground but not taking his eyes from hers.

For the others it is like Frigin, is in a world of his own. He barely makes eye contact or seems to know there are others even there. The big warrior sweeps his prize up into his arms and then heads out of the dining chamber. "Today has been a great day!" he says by way of good night before leaving.
 

Braxton shrugs and decides to follow suit. The handsome rogue smiles warmly at a slender blonde lass, and motions her over to him.
 

The School

Having spent a few hours in extra curricular activities the party soon finds itself fast asleep in their own chambers. Then one by one the party is awakened to find themself's all neatly tied up and in a large empty room. They are awakened by buckets of icy cold water being thrown upon them. As the party becomes concious they see a brute of a man walking down the line with a bamboo cane neatly rapping each party members feet with a few stinging blows as he passes...

Rule number one gentlmen...never let your guard down and accept something as it seems...you have just fallen into one of the oldest ploys around "The Honey Pot" For this you must due penance" he then passes each member and with a wicked knife cuts your bonds... ' i do hope you gentlmen feel up to an early morning run"
 

Ugh. This reminds me of that time . . . OK, Nico, no time for that! Just keep your head about you and remember you've got secrets to keep. Suck it up and play dumb!

Nico groans slightly and shoots a disgusted glare at the brute as he walks the line, then winces in pain as the bamboo slaps his bare sole. "Hey, what's the big . . . OUCH! Cut it out!"

As his bonds are cut he rolls his eyes and groans in dismay at the mention of running. "Light, running? You sure know how to take the fun out of what should be happy memories . . ."

Maybe if I just keep . . . what was her name? Oh, yes, Megan. Maybe if I just keep our evening pleasantries firmly in mind it will make the time pass more quickly.
 

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