Lionel smiles back at Amaruil, showing her he had not forgotten, and says, "We will have our fun when we get to town, and no sooner", with a laugh.
Edited: Thomaslee on 22nd Jan, 2010 - 2:12am
Amaruil shrugs keeping her seductive smile. Manipulating people was art and pure fun to her. Or at least the thought that she could do just that.
"Very well. I am just hoping that you are a man of your word; I'd hate to be disappointed..!"
Gondrath walks along the group, looking around to find any sign of trouble around alleys and behind huts and shops.
It is one of his favorite act of goodwill - helping anyone who is in trouble, and get some hefty gold pieces in return. Easy money.
But so far seeing no trouble in the town, Gondrath feels a bit depressed.
"Man, my muscles are eager for some action." He says to himself.
Lionel wonders if Amaruil realizes what she is getting into, if she thinks this is just a game, well if she does he is willing to play.
Lionel hears Gondrath comment, "Why so glum Gondrath, a little fun in town is better then a fight any day to me?"
ooc: In a battle of manipulation, who would win, Lionel or Amaruil?
Amaruil shakes her head at the other human. With humans it was always fight, fight and fight. And perhaps women. Hmph, she should know.
"Gonrath, you met up with this group shortly after me, right? Hm." she commented and looked at him curiously, having nothing else to add. She was not particularly interested in other peoples' lives and such, so asking him anything about his past or present life would be rather useless and hypocritical.
OOC: Lionel: I don't know, because I didn't get the chance to RP much with your character. But I do have much faith and confidence in Amaruil's skills
Oliron watches Lionel walk off with Amaruil and forgets about protecting him. Then walks over and plops down on a stool next to Namdar. Feeling more than a little uncomfortable he orders an ale, then another.
Oliron Looks to Namdar, "I know what it is like to be a leader." Looks over from Namdar to the stranger next to him and continues to talk staring at the stranger. "I was once a leader." Oliron takes a swig. "I had a family."
Oliron looks to the bar tender, realizing he is buzzed, Oliron falls silent looking at his ale. Then orders another looking back to Namdar.
"Sometimes you can't do anything to stop the evil in this place." He says.
Oliron sips the rest of his ale listening to the confusing background chatter.
"Certainly."
Amaruil nods and decides to keep playing the "smiling game" for as long as the human wished. Determinedly ignoring his arm, she motions him forward as she begins to walk. She hoped that this little walk would prove worthwhile.