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<t>[color=indigo:9olx1e2c]Soft warmth, one of the sensations Erelae has come to associate with trust and the rewards it can bring. She had returned to Katrán's side with her cloak draped over her shoulders, albeit more casually than when worn upon her initial entrance into this establishment, and f...

<t>[color=indigo:3jn8rr8y]She couldn't of asked for a more ample distraction. At this point she's half convinced that even if she tried to goose one of the guards, they'd think one of the protective tavern folk had done it by magical means. '[i:3jn8rr8y]Now, now, let's not get overally confident,[/i...

<t>I've noticed that for every character that participates in RP of some sort or other here, a biography is soon to follow. I yeild wholeheartedly to this tradition, and hope to present a satisfactory representation of Erelae for your perusal. This will be a work in progress, as I have hope that she...

<r>*Taps Rooky's golden halo testingly* Well, I don't see any horns ... your ears must be holding it up.<br/> <br/> Note that I said [i:229hfdh0]most[/i:229hfdh0], Rook. <E>;)</E> I'm not about to presume that everyone considers him that attractive.<br/> <br/> *Looks to Nedylene's post* As much as I...

<t>[color=indigo:v6gd8ibz][i:v6gd8ibz]'Oh great ... Juu-uust great.'[/i:v6gd8ibz] It serves her right, letting herself get comfy amidst a gathering of strangers in a city she has yet to case. Priorities line themselves up in her mind, sparking instincts that guide her movements faster than planning ...

*Dips her head* My apologies, then. I did not mean to offend or to annoy.

*Settles down beside the kitten, whether she succeeded in snatching it or not, and makes to rub it behind an ear* I'll have to dig through my records to see if I still have a photo of me lurking about.

<r>*Lifts a finger to her lips to 'Shhhh!' at Shando* We must protect our tastiness, lest we find ourselves upon every were's table ... Ah, if they have tables, of course.<br/> <br/> *Makes a face, her hands going to her hips* Bah. The only thing I have against Drizzt is how many idiots have copied ...

<t>Wu oh ...<br/> <br/> *Sneaks to a corner of the room to watch the goings-on, muttering, "She is either going to be pissed, or flail like an octopus on a line. Hells, maybe both." Up goes a tiny sign by her tucked up feet that reads, 'Hugs discontinued till tickling is over, or until 500 gold is l...

<t>*Lets the towel she was offering flop to the ground unused, lifting a brow at Unen's choice of weapon* Unen, right? I wouldn't do that if I were you.<br/> <br/> *As she's still by the tub, having paid the price of being more than a bit wet because of it, she looks up to comment to Sabaal's outcry...

<r>Rooky has ordered up some [i:2d2fy0w2]sane[/i:2d2fy0w2] snacks? <E>:uh-huh:</E> <br/> <br/> Right ... There's a quest that'll take a while. No sane snacks here. Nope, not a one.<br/> <br/> *Holds up a sign that reads, "It's dead, Jim. Take its stuff!" and "Duba Duda Dubba?" as well as "The voices...

Either that or discover a sudden craving for elfy bits.

Oh wait ... nevermind.

<r>[color=indigo:3mige3rm][i:3mige3rm]'Ah, that's better. It seems that we've caught the attention of a few of the others.'[/i:3mige3rm] Taverns are meant for socializing, and she's never been one to try and spoil other conversationalists' moods. Hells, if she were on a job, keeping up the ambiance ...

<t>Ah hem. *Leans a bit closer to the growling Rooky, handing the still damp werewolf a fluffy towel* All Hallow's Eve isn't too far off, Rook ... May I call you Rook? Care to give them a preview of what they may run into that night?<br/> <br/> *Flashes a grin as she looks around for the two 'flea r...

*Purrs* Thank you, I do feel loved. *Promptly hugs Shando back*

*Considers Rooky's amble teeth from what she considers a safe distance* Right, no providing Rooky with a new form of midnight snack. Gotcha.

<r>Methinks the fur will help insulate her ...<br/> <br/> *Hears the whine and sweatdrops* Or perhaps not. *Risks getting bitten by moving closer to Rooky and attempting to stroke her behind her likely drooping ears* There, there ... No flea shots here.<br/> <br/> *Waves to Kaylen with her free hand...