(reading a book in he lounge)

(at the fey garden)

(at the altar)

{to the bartender} And that's when she bit me..... ME?!!!! I mean... what am I supposed to do with that? Usually I'm doing the biting... you know? Anyway, so that's how I ended up on the run from that village.What's your story?

(looks up from book) ...Huh?!?

Oh, hey Rilith, when did you get here. How much of that did you hear?

...Enough.

Yes..... well... no matter, that was centuries ago, they're all long dead now...

Okay?...

What?

Still very much confused...sorry...

Perhaps one day I'll tell ya, but I'm not telling the same story twice in one day.

Please do, I am curious

{Walks in} What are we discussing this time?

Not much, love. Just happened to overhear a little bit of Astarion's story and got confused.

Ahh. I see. Very well then.{Continues on his way}

Where are you going?

The training room

Training room? Why?

To train, of course...

What do you need to train for? You're a god.

Because, Rilith. It can be quite exhilarating, {and with a wink, he's gone}

....(blink)....Anyway...(stands up and sits at the bar)

Hands Rilith a drink "You know. You asked a good question, what does a god do to train.... I'd go find out"...Chelsea says now washing a glass.

(downs the drinks then goes to find Araavos)

In the training hall, you approach to see Araavos with his long silver sword in almost a poetic dance, the sword intricate with elven design and ancient runes, as old as time it'self adoring the blade. The hilt made from the finest material, wrapped in delicate, yet firm dragonhide leather. Holding this sword is Araavos, sweat gleaming of his chest like a fresh mist on a cool winter morning. His muscles flexing with every swing, stomach tightening with every twist. His hair long and flowing off the shoulder. He doesn't even notice you there.. He sets the sword down a moment and summons his bow, Muscles tightening as he draws aim at the target. He knocks and then fires a celestial arrow right through the center before knocking another arrow and splitting the first. He then returns to his dance with his sword.

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...(blushes and just decides to watch quietly)

He slows his dance, dismissing his sword. With a movement so fluid you hardly noticed he has slipped behind you, a silver dagger at your throat as he embraces you from behind. His other hand firmly on your stomach. Even his sweat smells sweet as his head leans against yours.

Just watching? Or would you like to play too?

He returns to the center of the training room grabs his sword, and bows holding the sword in one hand, the other reached towards you

Shall we dance?

(blushes harder.)I...I don't exactly have a sword...I just have a celestial crossbow...and a staff...

Do you know how to fight with a staff? Or just for spells?

It's just a magic staff. Not good for fighting.

{He puts his weapons away} Perhaps another time then. {Taking you by the hand and leading you into his embrace for a bit before releasing you} So..... did you anjoy the show? {He asks, summoning a bottle of fine elven wine and 2 glasses and sitting on the grass of the training field}

Glad I got a front row seat. (smirks playfully before sipping the wine)

Ahh but no show is free. What do you have for payment?

I have to pay you?

{mock frown} Afraid so.....

What's the price?

I'm willing to negotiate,

You're running the show. It's your fee

It's donation based..... so what's your offer?

(winks) I can pay you later

Afraid payment due immediatly...

(kisses his lips softly)

Payment accepted...... I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I'd like to come back for another showing sometime

Anytime you like. Anyway, I'm gonna head to the bathhouse, get ready for dinner. I'll see you later. Love you.{he walks out the training room on his way to the bathouse