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

Ocellus was almost instantly enamored by the elf, and for a moment forgot the drunken peasant blubbering before him. His amusement run thin, he stood and gently tossed the half-empty coin purse back in the man's lap: [color=green]"I'm wearing three things that can kill you instantly. I'd suggest you get some better eyes and pick a fight with someone who won't kill you nine times over. Though he REALLY doesn't want to do that."[/color] Ocellus was no killer, though he was terribly impatient.

He turned and started walking over towards the woman, sheathing his dagger to let himself become more approachable.

([color=green]"Ah... were that even possible. I'm wearing more weapons than I know what to do with... maybe... maybe if I told her they were for hunting. Mmm! I hunt rabbits with a sword!"[/color])

Ocellus laughed affably to himself as he stared at the woman's arm. He had watched her as she entered--she had invited attention with that dress of hers--and for a moment he thought her a mere prostitute on route for another job. But she was keeping something; perhaps something valuable. He had seen her touch it... right there... on the arm. It could be nothing: people touched their arms all the time. But she had been frightened. All the same... it could just be some useless family heirloom or a locket from some long-lost and forgotten love.

Or it could be a priceless jewel... ([color=green]"Far too small..."[/color])

 Elven prostitutes were rare as it were, anyhow. He felt that if he were to rob her, it might be better to do so quickly and negate the effects the quickened elven mind would have on his true intentions. Truth be told, she was beautiful...

([color=green]"Far TOO beautiful... reminds me of that time in Graados... those lovely naiads... they kept us warm and safe in the boat as we were going across--me and my compatriots--and for the longest time they would stroke our hair and whisper these sweet nothings into our ear. But the one caressing my head had grown lax in her seduction, and she suddenly yanked at my neck before I was completely limp. I remember now... wrenching away... sliding the slippery sword out of its scabbard... hacking as the ones I called friends became the deep's graves. It was so much colder... became so hard and grating... the coldness was inescapable and tangible... like a mud sphere that only strengthens the more you try to kick it away..."[/color]) 

Ocellus had paused and stared at the elf, suddenly very wary of her. Business. It was business. He robbed them; gave it away so that they would learn something or another. He smiled and spoke over Allara's shoulder: [color=green]"Now what is a lovely specimen like you doing in a little place like this?"[/color] He tried to keep the suspicion out of his voice, and the easiest way to do so was to haughtily smile on one side of his face.