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[h1][color=bc8dbf]Lord Cuwarr Naxremis[/color][/h1]

Husband of [color=82ca9d]Sorici[/color] ([@RomanAria]), his white lotus, and [color=f7941d]Kalani[/color] ([@karamonnom]), his auburn rose.

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Cuwarr offers his assistance to Huron's quest to get back his wife, and proceeds to allow the drakken lord to ponder on his offer.  In the meantime, Cuwarr meets with his wives on the grand staircase before leading them to the dining area where he ominously warned them of an upcoming disaster.  One that he may or may not be a part of.
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What really snapped Cuwarr out of his melodic reverie were the loud steps and hisses from an unmistakable Lord Huron who seemed adamant in dragging his wife towards the inner recesses of the castle.  While definitely imposing on both stature and strength, Cuwarr couldn't help but be mildly amused at Huron's 'wife problems'.  Not only was this drakken notorious for having already lost four of his past wives, but even now, he continued to fail utterly in front of Sorrak's face.  Let it be known that Cuwarr already branded the gruff drakken as too desperate, too ugly, and too repulsive to be able to keep a proper wife.  Truth be told, his wives won when he snapped their necks because they would have been freed from an uncultured swine like Lugft.  However, the small drama piqued Cuwarr's interest, and while he didn't really concern himself with the affairs of most drakkens, he couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of fighting.

No matter how much Cuwarr tries to distance himself from the drakken roots, the fact remains that deep down, he was still a true-blooded warrior of Drakka.  And, the prospect of war and blood sent pleasurable tingles down his spine.

Plus, there was more to this than what meets the eye.

So, while his wives were not in view, Cuwarr deftly strode over to the enraged Huron, nimbly jogging just a few paces behind.  [color=bc8dbf]"I've caught wind of your problem, Lord Huron."[/color]  Cuwarr spoke, not really minding personal boundaries or formalities.  [color=bc8dbf]"And, I wish to offer my assistance.  As you may know, Unalim has been quite a thorn to my benefactors' sides.  He has injured a lot of my clients in the years that he had done his useless series of executions to gain power, and I suffered some financial losses on my end.  As a Warlord, as well, I cannot condone what he had done, and rightfully so, the bride belongs to you."[/color]

Cuwarr leaped, putting a few bursts of winds to place a spring in his step.  The warlord landed upon one of the stone ledges beside Huron as he crouched with his hands resting on stop his knees.  [color=bc8dbf]"The Deathsworn are expert marksmen.  And, not only that, I am a renowned developer of weapons.  I may be able to give you some resources to take back what is yours."[/color]  Cuwarr grinned, looking at the terrified wife in Huron's grasp.  "And, Unalim's actions have [i]personally[/i] offended me."  The warlord hopped of the stone ledge before grinning at the two.  [color=bc8dbf]"If you accept my assistance, I'll be in the dining hall with my wives.  Send word for me through your guards, and I will be beside you as swift as the winds."[/color]

The warlord took one last look at Huron and the gem before heading for the grand staircase where, just in time, he saw his wives descending together.  They appeared to be conversing, and while the two of them could not be any more different (with Sorici being the more dangerous one), they looked beautiful in their focus and calm.  He remembered his mother wearing these kinds of dresses, but while the common blokes only saw her as a walking piece of flesh around her core, Cuwarr saw a goddess made flesh.  And, he wasn't so sure if he could stop himself from saying the same of his wives.  How gemminites had this kind of beauty and allure was beyond the bewildered warlord, but he decided to just do something rather than to gawk at them.  So, he pulled out the flute from his side, playing a soft, slow melody like those of slow dances and slow-beating hearts.  Then, he stopped in front of them, taking their hands in his before squeezing gently.  [color=bc8dbf]"And, here I thought you would appear like poor birds who failed to find shelter from the rain."[/color]  At this, the warlord tilted his head before planting a quick kiss on the back of their hands.  [color=bc8dbf]"Yet, I find two rainbow lorikeets in front of me."[/color]

The warlord let go of their hands before descending the steps.  [color=bc8dbf]"Breakfast has been prepared for us, my dears.  If all goes well, we'll be able to go home by tonight."[/color]  Cuwarr assured them as the Deathsworn, his bodyguards, converged on their master.  The drakken uttered a few quick instructions which caused the four warriors to scatter, as if left to their own devices.  [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, and I can really feel that something [i]big[/i] will happen this morning.  You can only tame a beast for so long before it lashes out of its cage."[/color]  The warlord's lips parted in a wicked grin as he looked at the spot where Huron was last seen.  [color=bc8dbf]"Anyway,"[/color]  Cuwarr turned to Kalani and Sorici.  [color=bc8dbf]"Come, and eat.  This food has been prepared for all of us, my dears.  You will need to eat to regain your strength."[/color]  The drakken pulled out two chairs for them, his hand beckoning for them to take part in the morning feast.