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The fading sunlight brought life to the large town's tavern. Patrons were already becoming drunk, while others were beginning their gambling addictions with one another. Barmaids were quick to bring ale and drinks, as well as quick to take up their tips. Other women, ones who worked best at night, were roaming over the occupants, looking for work. It was obvious they didn't care if their customers were men or women, since they proposed a fun evening to both.

One prostitute had offered herself to a woman, who was sitting, chatting at the bar with another patron while drinking from her mug. The woman raised her hand to decline the offer. "You are pretty, but it is just not my thing," she said with a smile. The whore, somewhat disappointed, made her way toward the other patrons, hoping to find someone.

"What was your name again?" asked the man, whom the woman had been talking to.

"Senta," she replied, before taking another drink. "Just stopping by the town for a few days." She tossed her golden brown hair away from her face, and her blue eyes scanned the others that were currently in the tavern.
Draizl


Senta's conversation was interrupted by a loud, barking laughter which reverberated off the walls and through out the tavern. It radiated from a darker corner which was filled with the majority of the unoccupied women, both the workers and the patrons. In the middle of them sat the boisterous man who was emitting the raucous laughter. He was huge by the standards of these parts, all muscle and swagger and the women buzzed around him like moths to a flame.

"Another round!" He slammed his empty ale mug on the table and wrapped his arms around the closest of the women; they tittered in excitement. The man's grin grew wider as he whispered in their ears, causing a redness to flush their cheeks. He himself was not dark-skinned, but he was somewhat tanned. His hair was dark and hung in limp curls to his shoulders, his eyes a gray blue. His lower half was covered by the table, but his chest was exposed and covered in a good amount of dark hair. He wore a harness over his shoulders which resembled an X shape and met in the middle of his chest at a large metal ring.

He shifted to speak to one girl directly, she froze when his eyes met hers and the redness of her cheeks spread. She was mesmerized by him. "Let's got somewhere, quiet, shall we?" His intoxicating smile returned to his face and the girl nodded listlessly. He motioned to get up and the other girls let out a reluctant awing noise, a couple of them begging to go to. He had to oblige and soon he was leaving the room with a small harem.
Senta had been drinking from her mug when the sudden laughter made her jump and spill it a bit over here front. "Ah, I hope I don't smell like ale after this..." she said, trying to wipe it off. Her eyes turned to look at what had caused the commotion, and watched as a group of women had found someone to fawn over. At least they weren't bothering her or anyone around her person anymore.

She tapped the side of her drink as she now stared down at it. She began wondering why she had come to this town. There hadn't been any leads of demons or such that she had heard of, nor did anything seem out of the norm... yet. This had just been a stop along her travels, she supposed. To see as much as she could, while she could.

She snapped out of her trance when the small group left, the man with the dark locks of hair being the center of attention as before. She snorted to herself and leaned against the bar.

"Lucky guy, I suppose," she said, taking another drink.
Draizl

Draizl planted a long kiss on one of the girls lips and she seemingly fainted with the act. He smiled and charmed the rest of the girls upstairs with him. The bar seemed much more quiet when he left the room and some of the other woman seemed to snap out of a daze...
Senta looked back to the pleasantly quiet tavern. She gave a sort of sigh, enjoying it. She didn't mind loud people... but obnoxiously loud people did get on her nerves. When she found the bottom of her mug, she put it down on the bar, and paid. She turned in her seat and found herself watching the expressions on the women, who did not leave with the man. They seemed somewhat perplexed, as if they had woken from a heavy daydream.

The sign was obvious, but it felt a bit different. At least she thought so.

Senta stood, adjusting her coat after messing with the lining. She would wait a few moments, before following slowly. And once to the staircase, out of the sight of others, she pulled out her crossbow, and loaded it with her blessed silver bolts. Vampire? Demon? She wasn't quite sure. This was what had caught her off guard. She didn't quite know what she was dealing with. She would have just thought it was a normal man, wanting fun... but she had seen that dazed look those women had far too many times.

She stepped lightly on the stairs, being careful that her boots didn't make any obvious noises of someone climbing the stairs. Once up them, she slowly made her way to each door, listening carefully.
Draizl

She had no need for stealth, as it was obvious Draizl and the women had already gotten down to business. The door was ajar, as he was not a shy man and decided he had no time to secure it. Sighs of contentment and whines of ecstasy escaped the open door as the people inside were a knot of body parts.

The man was the center of attention, of course and he was upright with his back to the door. A large scar traced the line of his backbone and had a like hash mark which blazed horizontally across the line of his hips.
Senta stopped at the slightly open door, and peered in. The mess of people was a bit awkward, especially with the acts being preformed, but nothing seemed out of the normal. But her eyes were drawn to the scar on his back. Markings of unholy things, but perhaps mere coincidence? She had to be sure, before she just barged in on such a situation, shooting men with crossbows.

Lust was a sin... but she wasn't meant to punish sinners. She was meant to rid the world of Lucifer's minions and children. Anything not meant to be on earth.
Draizl

His head fell back and the smile on his face was wicked. The women he had finished with seemed to drift to sleep in a limp pile of themselves. The paleness of their bodies made them seem to be dead, but they would waken in some time, still feeling tired but fully alive. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glint of her crossbow flicked, reflecting the soft glow of candles in the room.

Although it was obvious he'd seen her, head head rolled back to the woman in front of him and he slunk down atop her. His dismissal of her was almost an invitation to come in.
For a moment, she had almost thought he had seen her, but he resumed his enterprise. She waited a few more moments, before looking the women over. Dead, perhaps? They seemed so. Or maybe just exhausted. They were making quite a bit of noise. She decided to see how he would react, at least, to seeing her and her weapon. She pushed open the door a little with her foot, and then trend carefully inside, ignoring all the naked bodies lying about.

Her hair swayed as she stopped, they curled tips bouncing lightly off her back and she aimed her crossbow at him, threatening to fire it at him.
Draizl

He looked at her while the woman he entertained writhed beneath him. It was cleared he intended on multitasking while she threatened his end. His gray blue eyes swept over her and she could see his face much better now. His bone structure was strong and his chin was covered in a fine dark beard, the rest of his jawline was stubble. His browns were thick and defiant and his hair tumbled over his shoulders, moist with sweat as the rest of his toned form was, but he did not seem to be tiring. The intensity with which his eyes stared at her was toxic.

"Now, now. Why would you want to spoil the mood with that? Come join us instead." The woman let out a little shriek before melting into the bed linen. Draizl's expression broke into a charming grin and his head tilted to one side. He was an intoxicating being.
She diliberately looked away from his eyes, feeling that aura filling the air. "What an odd thing to say, when someone is pointing a weapon at you," she said, trying to find something to occupy her gaze. She truly did not want to stare at a naked woman, and the room seemed lacking in objects other than a bed.

So she focused on the tip of her bolt, but found herself looking back at him. Her heart rate began to rise, and that made her tighten her grip on her bow. "I will shoot you, if you don't stop, demon..." But was he a demon? Nothing could be proven, with out physical proof.
Draizl

He sat up on his knees and the woman curled into a ball before falling asleep. He raised his arms in surrender and smiled. "I'm done here, but you seem to have some business." He got to his feet very slowly, confident enough in his charm that she would let him. He stood more than a foot above her.

There was nothing strange about him really, save that brand on his back. He was an ordinary man, from head, down his naked body to his toes and he seemed proud to let her gaze upon him.

"What is your name?" His voice was deep and smooth, and one could almost feel it rumbling out of his chest as he spoke in lurid tones.
"What is yours?" she asked, not daring giving him the feeling that he had the convience of asking her questions. She made it top priority, as well, not {i]not[/i] look him over as he stood. "And what is that marking on your back...?"

She glanced at the girls again, before looking back at him. What was she suppose to do? There was nothing he had done wrong, but she had almost been sure something was off about him. She lowered her crossbow a bit, showing that she wouldn't hurt him, as long as he complied with answering her questions.
Draizl

"Draizl," The man's voice lowered to it's bottom register when he offered his name and it was spoken with a foreign lilt. He was clearly unafraid of offering information about himself... As he was unafraid about most everything. This man seemed to exude confidence. He lowered his hands as she lowered her bow and instead rested them on his hips.
Senta cleared her throat, and decided to avert her eyes. "You still didn't answer my question about your marking... You do realize that is an Unholy sign, right? And perhaps you could put your clothes back on... That would make this all a bit easier."

She was a bit annoyed; one, because she couldn't look directly at him without seeing his entire naked form, and two, because this may have been her first blunder.
Draizl

Draizl chose to ignore her as he got his clothes. It consisted of the previously seen harness and a loincloth of some sort of animal fur, tope with a length of chainmail and a small ram's skull shape as a belt buckle. All of this was attached the the belt which he slid around his waist and buckled.

"Battle scars," he answered while dressing. His tone was sedate and he genstered to the battle axe resting int he corner.
Finding it once again safe to look at him, she continued the conversation. "Is that so...?" she said, strong doubt in her voice. "And, someone such as yourself, just happens to convince this large group of women to escort you up here... and let this ensue?"

Now she was just trying to convince herself, more than anything. She didn't want to admit she had messed up... at least, not without fighting it.
Draizl

The women had started to stir, roused from their exhausted sleep. "I'm charming." His grin spread and almost curled with confidence. "Or so, I am told." He strapped on his fur and leather boots and went to collect his axe, with it was a circular shield with spikes and a helm.

"I did not think that was a crime."
Senta frowned, nearly wanting to shot him anyway just to save her reputation. "No, you are right. Sorry, I just had this feeling..." She bit her lip in regret, and sighed. "You can continue with your... event of the evening."

She shouldered her crossbow, and turned quickly wanting to escape the room as soon as she could. She was nearly on the verge of sweating greatly, for how embarrassed she was.

"I never make a mistake..." she said to herself, and wiped her forehead.
Draizl

He smiled and waved an arm to the door. "I was just on my way out, let me accompany you." He shouldered the shield and axe, strapped to eachother and placed the helm over his head. He waited for her to walk towards the door, holding it open.

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