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[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color] 

The undead could not believe he was dragged along to some brothel, filled with degenerates that he would rather ignore then then interact with them. His eye's staring at the one of the woman that was dancing, the dancing woman reminded him of his wife especially her face, and body shape. Her provocative dancing reminded him of the nights he would make love to his wife, cuddling with her in the afterglow of their intimacy. Perhaps he should not have been staring since he still had the memory of his wife burnt in his mind, It felt like he was cheating by staring but he could not help himself.

Perhaps it was the emotions inside of him still present, A present that he would have to rid of quickly. He was ignoring the madam speaking to the group. He wished he was someplace else working on the mission Aklenroth had assigned to him. The added bonus of going was to collect rare flora for his garden. 

O'Ner kept staring at the dancing woman, His tall frame towering over the rest of the group and the others in the building. He did not like the smell, sight and sounds of this place, he could hear Azriel speaking with some men drunk and acting foolish. He said nothing of what he wanted, what he wanted was to leave this foul place.  He knew he was being stared at not that he minded of course, When he was out most people would run away which he would expect being a undead general to the most hated being in the world. Part of him was yearning for attention and love from another being, not someone from Aklenroth's army but yearning for another's touch and to be alive again. To once again feel the warmth of another living being.