Fenris
Howling Tempest
Regrettably the curious little fellow had left before sharing his tale or the trick behind the moving cup. A mighty useful trick Caliban would have certainly liked to learn, even if pushing cups was seldom not his intention. Stashing the notion away for later he returned his full attention to the raven haired woman, who's mere presence seemed intriguing.
Taking the order of another spiced wine with a nod the rogue suggested. “I've never known a woman to freely part with her secrets.” with a chuckle and a slight shake of his head he continued, “but since your offering; I marvel at the confidence of wandering alone and unarmed. May I assume you are in truth a witch? Steeped in magecraft and ready to sling fireballs or perhaps turn assailants into frogs should they misbehave?”
The delightful scent wafting from the dinning room did extract a slight reminder from his stomach at which point Cali exclaimed, “Why, I can feel the magic already taking hold...” thin wisps of white fog trailing from his hair and clothing, but his grin never quite faded.
Taking the order of another spiced wine with a nod the rogue suggested. “I've never known a woman to freely part with her secrets.” with a chuckle and a slight shake of his head he continued, “but since your offering; I marvel at the confidence of wandering alone and unarmed. May I assume you are in truth a witch? Steeped in magecraft and ready to sling fireballs or perhaps turn assailants into frogs should they misbehave?”
The delightful scent wafting from the dinning room did extract a slight reminder from his stomach at which point Cali exclaimed, “Why, I can feel the magic already taking hold...” thin wisps of white fog trailing from his hair and clothing, but his grin never quite faded.