[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]

Gillian barked with overdramatic laughter, hiding the fact his eyes swept across the room once more for a threat. [color=00aeef]"Go to any bar in the world Princess and 'bawdy' is the name of the game."[/color] He said grinning at the young lady. [color=00aeef]"I'm from up near the Velt Boarder, and I've only seen one family of 'em. Nice enough folks, even if the horns are a little distracting when talking to them. Just uh...don't recommend staring. The daughter nearly broke a man's jaw after he got an eye full for longer than is considered polite."[/color] He added, deciding to omit just exactly what part of the Ingvarr woman he'd been oogling....and that he was the one slapped. 

[color=00aeef]"So..."[/color] He said after a moment of futilely attempting to wrack his brain for a conversation or story he could tell (preferably one that didn't involve his, upon consideration, frankly astonishing ability to incite anger in any woman he attempted to flirt with). [color=00aeef]"Where's Alisha?"[/color] He asked, leaning back into his chair slightly. [color=00aeef]"While I am doubtlessly the most handsome and scintillating conversationalist to ever grace your presence..."[/color] He says, adopting an, in his mind at least, an elegant and dignified pose while his voice dripped with clearly faked ego. [color=00aeef]"I'd figure you'd rather have one of your Ladies in Waiting to talk to than a creepy old Reliquary. Much less one as well versed in romance novels."[/color] 
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