The Serpent's Gaze

[*Jagrouge]

Leopold Halley waits his turn with youthful impatience to take the stage then when directed by lady Kree, jumps up eagerly to perform a few ballads upon the lute.

He tries then to make himself useful after his play slot but likely ends up mostly by following afew of the masked service girls about the establishment, enquiring if ministrel is required for any of the private booth performances.

[*Light]

Upon immersing himself in the atmosphere that was provided, this elf tended not a single area but rather moved about the establishment as it were. While the quelling of the orcs by their warchief may have denied him insight of the efficiency in which this establishment could do such, he did not count it as a waste. Instead he made note of the many whom partook of this establishment and of what they partook.

[*Zilvai]

A shady figure wades on inside. A black hood covering her face along with a face mask. Metallic black paint shimmers within the light of the The Serpent's Gaze. Her thumbs are idly hooked to her belt that was adorned with many strange objects and devices, very technical looking. A glance would be set around and she moves over towards Hildmor, in silence.

[*Chevette]

Vorgazelle swore elegantly at the twisting the heels were giving her ankles. Finally she kicked them off with a lascivious grin as one landed near Shard and the other flew into someone else's lap.

"Dis is fook better, yuss..." she wiggled her toes then lifted one foot to rub against Vorgazar's shin. She was still taller than most people there.

Sipping an elegant little drink with one pinky raised high, she looked remarkably civil except the bare feet. Amazingly un-orclike. She didnt even scratch her boobs or rear once during the entire evening, but she did wiggle and grin and wink enough to cause some discomfort in many of the male (and some of the female) individuals present. But she remained on Vorg's arm all night, and would later slink away to a private room with her manz to do much less posh things.

[*Kari_Shadowfox]

A few hours after the first opening of the doors, Ymerion and Isonade enter, arm in arm. Ymerion, shockingly, wears a neat and elegant silk tunic, the same stormy blue as his armor in recent days. As a head tip to the occassion, he has no full-sized blade on him. Isonade is clad in beautiful white and silver chiffon dress, her hair done up expertly and neatly. They both mingle with the guests they know for a while, getting up once or twice to dance. They clap appreciatively for most musical preformances. Isonade was likely in the eyes of many a man or woman, though she paid little notice. Ymerion however, could be seen to get more bothered by that.

They explore the establishment thoroughly, and after a number of hours enjoying the scene, they make a break for Hildmor and Kree, to thank them for the invitation, and to compliment the establishment. Ymerion then quite hastily ushers them out toward home.

[*Azulfae]

Vorgazar takes entertainment that night from compairing posh suits with Ymerion at the bar.

[*Kree]

Happy to see people enjoying themselves, Kree wanders about. Keeping an eye out for any holes in the web and lackluster glints keeping the fish adrift, she encourages the hesitant and indecisive to act and find their shine. Drinks, dice, food and negotiable affection cover a wide number of needs and the crowd is joined. After a while, she then goes to speak with the short haired one in hushed tones...

[*Chevette]

Vorgazelle manages not to spill any drinks down her front the entire evening, though later after she and Vorgazar retire to that private room, there's a great deal of spillage of various sorts.

But until then she stays by Vorg's side for most of the evening, except when she slinks over to Shard's table, grins as she sits down, crosses her legs, and leans over, licking a tiny tusk. With a grin that is actually more impish than lascivious, she leans over and whispers so only Shard can hear, "Are you having a good time tonight, Warshaman?"

[*Darkrob]

Shard is leaning back in his seat, rather comfortable and at ease. It has been long since heÂ’s put the stress of maintaining this Village and network out of his mind. He has spent most of the evening just quietly watching the crowd and enjoying the odd drink. HeÂ’s been uncharacteristically pleasant and polite to those who whoÂ’ve spoken to him or served him drinksÂ… even tipping where appropriate. When Vorgazelle sits beside him and whispers he simply smiles (another uncharacteristic show of at ease) and pats her leg gently.

“Yes Child… I am enjoying this night… now go be with your Chieftain… He likes to show you off when you’re on his arm”

He then sips his drink again and quietly watches the crowd.

[*Chevette]

Vorgazelle looked over to where Vorgazar was yammering about suits with Ymerion, shrugged, and slinked her way back over to the Warchief.

"Fook, Shard is poof, yuss. Himz not even look at mine boobz."

She then, of course, presses herself up against Vorgazar's arm with those boobs on prominent display and grins, her tiny tusks gleaming. "Nice suit."