Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140808141445/@comment-5583506-20140808182512

(Zoor, here is your daily read about Sidion. ;))

His new appearance as the blue robed man had given him much joy. Girls blew kisses his way when he passed through the villages on the relaxing countryside and other men looked upon him with envy. Sidion's original form had been handsome enough, but this appearance would fool even the grouchiest of men to believe he was their friend.

I wonder if grouchy black wolves do as well? he thought.

The Inn of Odd Requests was a small but comfortable place to rest his feet before setting out towards the west coast. The inn was gloomy and crowded and there was much gossip to be heard, ranging from dark anchors, to half bloods, and to ferocious "animal attacks". Just the kind of subjects he liked.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" asked a barmaid on her way past his table.

"Cyrodiilic brandy, if you please", answered Sidion and had trouble taking his eyes of her buxom form. "And then perhaps you would like to join me in for a drink?"

The barmaid looked nervously behind her shoulder. "Oh, I don't know, sir. It's really crowded today and..."

"I'll pay you in kind", interrupted Sidion and gave her a charming smile as he held up a pouch of gold.

The barmaid stared as if she was hypnotized at the dangling pouch. "Why... certainly", she said in a monotonic tone.

When she left to fetch his drink, he leaned back on his chair. The regular customers gave him harsh stares, but he ignored them. When the barmaid returned with a bottle of brandy, she sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"So what is your name, sweet thing?" asked Sidion and poured them both a cup. "Must be something pretty, I take it?"

"It's Lyandra", she answered and blushed. Sidion found it odd as he would expect that a girl of her profession must be getting flattery constantly. "And yours, sir?"

"I am Simon", he lied. "Simon the Blue. Guess you could tell by the colour of my robes, huh?"

"I guess so", she giggled.

She is already smitten, he thought. "Listen, Lyandra. Would it be bold of me to say that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever come across in my travels?"

"No", she snickered. "If you are asking me you aren't bold enough, sir."

He smiled slyly. "Then would it be bold of me to ask you directly if there is someplace where we can get some privacy, away from prying eyes and get know each other... better?"

"That we could", said Lyandra. "But I am working right now and..."

He took her wrist in his hand while he gracefully stroke it with his other. "I insist that it must happen now."

Lyandra swallowed. "Alright then." She noticed his gaze, it was filled with a sort of hunger she had never seen before. And his eyes didn't smile when his lips did.

"I promise you", he began as his grip around her wrist grew harder. "I promise you that it will be an intimate moment that you will never forget..."