Oryx had a face that would make most men, or indeed, people of many races squirm, but it was a face that Desalith welcomed after their travels and battles together and ten years.

He chuckled at the comment about the maidens. “In truth, I haven't indulged in that side of life for nearly a century. How are you, my old bony friend?”

He too took a chair by the fireplace, the robes of his Order draping over him and half the chair. He placed the staff across his lap. “I’ve managed well… no particular excitement. And you?”