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And just when she thought things couldn't get worse...

While she was busy working her magick upon the dwarf caught in her web, Buzdrem his name, that man had to walk in and sour her good graces.  That man, from the desert no less.  Yazarian, Ashana could tell by his brazen, tanned skin and the turban wrapped around his head, traditional headwear of their men.  He had a scimitar on his hip, a musket on his back.  Only one word came to mind for her, eyeing the man with the utmost suspicion.

Bounty Hunter.

She bit her lip but remained calm, the same sultry grin she displayed to the dwarf.

[color=ed145b][i]One of the Sultan's men possibly, come to ferry me back to the desert to await the headsman's axe.  Not that I fear it, but getting caught would be most problematic.  I'll need to evade this one as much as I can, ah, but ol' Buz here still hasn't caught his buzz yet.  It would be folly to rob him while he's sober...no...[/i][/color]

She giggled, taking a seat beside the dwarf, her back turned to the man beside her a few seats down.  [color=ed145b]"Oh come now Buz, you handsome thing!  Why not enjoy a few more drinks before we have a little fun together?  I would [i]love[/i] to hear all about your amazing adventures~"[/color]

[i][color=ed145b]As much as I would love rolling this little bastard for every piece of silver he has.  Just need to get him drunk enough so he doesn't expect a thing.[/color][/i]