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Xavier Roces
Xavier shakes his head to clear it. He reaches over and jerks open the wagon door.
"Oa! Up and heel!" The great grey wolfhound is up and through the door in one smooth bound.
"Oa, this is Sylla." Xavier looks back at Sylla. "Sylla, this is Oa. He is a Ereslain wolf hound. Beautiful isn't he." Xavier rubs the wolf hounds ears affectionately.
"Unfortunately, I think that I do understand why I am here. I was hoping for something a little less ... prosaic.
"Good night Sylla."
And with that Xavier leaves the wagon, taking care to keep an eye on Sylla. He heads back to the his horse keeping a sharp look out for trouble. And pretty certain that if Sylla is up to something, Volandor'th is in on it too. He picks up his saddle and slings it over his shoulder. Taking his horses reins, he heads in the direction of the inn with Oa padding along at his heels.
DarkMaster said:As Xavier finishes his sentence he notice the women dressed in very transparent cloth, half hidden behind a rich red curtain. He notices that the music is coming out of a small open boxes on her desk and multiple candles are releasing in the air the wonderfull odor.
"Don't be so modest, you know perfectly well why you are here." Still half hidden behind the curtain she smiles at him and make a subtle sign with the head telling him to approach. "Don't be shy put yourself at ease" The aroma, the music and the women are so tempting. The temptation is strong that Xavier can't understand why he feels like he his losing control (Will save roll 16+6) But he suddenly realises that his temptation is caused by more than the gorgeous women, the music or the delicious odor.
Xavier shakes his head to clear it. He reaches over and jerks open the wagon door.
"Oa! Up and heel!" The great grey wolfhound is up and through the door in one smooth bound.
"Oa, this is Sylla." Xavier looks back at Sylla. "Sylla, this is Oa. He is a Ereslain wolf hound. Beautiful isn't he." Xavier rubs the wolf hounds ears affectionately.
"Unfortunately, I think that I do understand why I am here. I was hoping for something a little less ... prosaic.
"Good night Sylla."
And with that Xavier leaves the wagon, taking care to keep an eye on Sylla. He heads back to the his horse keeping a sharp look out for trouble. And pretty certain that if Sylla is up to something, Volandor'th is in on it too. He picks up his saddle and slings it over his shoulder. Taking his horses reins, he heads in the direction of the inn with Oa padding along at his heels.
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