[center][h3][color=green]Ocellus Aquilae[/color][/h3][/center]


Ocellus took a small, maybe gentle swig from his mug before wiping his lips and staring off vaguely at a nearby waitress. She was a fine looking piece, if not a little thin, that he had been eyeing for quite some time with the lazy notion of bedding in some way or another. Ocellus smiled as she made her round back to his table, peering up at her soft, round face with what he hoped was noble charm.

[color=green]" 'Nother beer, if you please,"[/color] he said, sliding the mug into her hand and pressing a copper coin into the other. She made no expression of either shyness or repulsion, and Ocellus knew then he had no chance. Sighing as she walked away, he leaned back in the chair and regarded the patrons. Waiting for his contact had become rather dull, and he had resorted to making up stories about the people inside.

The owner of the place--what was her name ([color=green]"Doesn't matter much anyhow..."[/color])--she had been caught in a shipwreck and thrown into the muddiest slag of volcanic rock imaginable. Her ears had been cut up by little pixies, so that they grew into sharp points. She used the wood from the shipwreck to then build this very tavern and make her living by selling the alcohol that was left over (it was most certainly a rum-runner).

[color=green]"God, how the mind wanders! Where on Earth is that damn peasant?"[/color] Ocellus muttered aloud, snagging the beer mug only to remember it wasn't there. He sighed, watched the newest fellow drop some coin bags.

Coin bags.

[color=green]"Oh my. Isn't that interesting,"[/color] the thief muttered as a smile crept across his face.