[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8c1433c6-083d-4a24-bdfa-033741139aa8.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Annan (City Streets)
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	"[i]Life is nothing without passion. Nothing.[/i]" These were the words of the previous Great Bazhooli, gifted to Vladimir, the present, prior to his ascension to the title himself. The words were often a centering phrase for him; a mantra, if you will. A thing which guided his words and actions even if others around him could not fathom the depths to the drama he imparted upon his surroundings. Perhaps such an opportunity to show off motivated him to enter the business of Master Nigel Ownerand, as the persons of La Canela did not appear to the overly impressed with the juggling of knives and smashing of his face. Or perhaps he had an ulterior motive involving the others hitching a ride with the seagoing folk. 

	The reasons he gave were genuine, though not a complete assessment of his full thoughts on the matter. He did wish to grab a hot meal, the last hot meal he might have in a while, but he also wanted to see if the paths of the other pair were to cross theirs in a more meaningful fashion before they departed. Coincidences seemed to tally up when out in the world of grand adventure, and this Great Bazhooli was going to move along with it in stride. There was the tiniest fleck of disappointment when they removed themselves from the Inn without so much as a nod or glance in their direction. Well, some coincidences were just that, Vlad supposed - coincidences. Incidents which merely happened concurrently. 

	These thoughts kept his head abuzz as he took back the reins of his great ebon horse, Tolstoy(!) and secured his belongings about the noble beast's tack. He took to his saddle with grace and panache, set his tall hat atop his brow, and nudged the horse to a walk. Safety suggested that he not bring the full power of the fine Brivaldi horse to bear until he had cleared the limits of the city. And then... the rush of wind in his face and the rhythm of hoofbeats thundering beneath him. He gave a broad, warming smile in the direction of his associate, Constantin, and got himself underway. 

	In contrast to his general verbose nature, Vladimir remained more or less quiet for a man of his ilk while making his way out of Port Annan. It was not until he witnessed the strange behavior (yes, even for him) of Ludwig, ducking away and succeeding in being conspicuously inconspicuous while trying to avoid the lady that he remembered from the boat. [color=B22222]"Master Zimmer,"[/color] he began to inquire, still seated upright in his saddle, [color=B22222]"vhyfor do you hide from beauteous lady from boat? Vas there ..ah.. hmm, vhat is word... Ah! Vas there [i]trysting[/i] taking place vith you and voman, and now drives you to embarrassment? Trying to avoid, as you have, oh [i]dare I[/i] am proposing, [i]other voman[/i] vith vhich you are not vanting to know? Qvite the scoundrel, da?"[/color] He spoke playfully, as if only half joking with the man about his motivations for wishing to remain hidden. [color=B22222]"Maybe ve should asking, hmm?"[/color]