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Levandi gave Capris a raised eyebrow at the behavior of the guards before sighing and getting up, sadly removing her leg from his touch. "This day just keeps getting stranger, doesn't it?" she asked as she took a moment to confirm she could fully stand under her own power again.

"Sadly, no," Levandi sighs, "At least not ones that would require having those wonderful hands on me some more." Levandi sits up, looking towards the guard in mild curiosity. "Returns with... what?"

Comas: How to tell the difference between a Giant Horny Toad Monster and a Giant, Horny, Toad Monster.

(As am I!) "Well, at the very least," Levandi replies as she nods at Safiya, "It's worth looking into. And hey, even if it is a dead end, a breastplate and helm made of amber would be pretty striking looking, don't you think?" Levandi sighs at the note that even a pharmacist would claim is...

Dylan, seeing the old lady as well, returns the kiss (and works in a second or two of tongue) before the civilian leaves. He nods in response to her question... though noticeably does not loosen his grip until she does. Once she does, he takes a step away from her and pockets his knife once...

Dylan resists, wrapping his free hand around hers to push down. She is clearly stronger than him, given that he is not a very large man, but he does still have a trick or two up his sleeve that he used to deal with bullies back in the day. In this case, he tries to tilt the knife just enough...

"Oh you'd be surprised what the powers of Anai can make one experience," Dylan replies, "Maybe, if we live through this, I'll still have a chance to show you." With that... he tosses his handful of sand and cigarette butts towards her eyes in an attempt to blind her. He quickly moves in...

"I would agree on that point," Dylan replies, "Though anything I could offer would be more... personal in nature." He tries to let his hand creep closer to the ashtray, prepared to grab a bit of pocket sand and toss it in her eyes once she gets too close. "A pity you didn't wait until after my...

Dylan raises an eyebrow and all but laughs. "This is about HER?! I didn't think he cared that much, all things considered." He sighs, still obviously on his guard as he gives her a smile. "I suppose I have no chance of making a counter-offer?"

Holding his ground and tightening his grip on the pocketed knife, Dylan nods at her and replies, "Quite the coincidence. I didn't take you for the stalker type. Or are you here for my partner instead?" He inches his way slightly to the side so that he is closer to the wall and, more...

Narrowing his eyes, Dylan reaches for the small knife in his pocket. As she approaches, he tries to get a read on her movements. She may just be some kind of hired assassin, but in this line of work it was equally possible she was under some kind of magical spell or the like. Not that he'd...

"Then let us fly, my evil little beauty," Dylan says before impulsively giving Layla a small peck on the cheek and heading out the door to prepare for the next leg of the journey.

Dylan thought that over for a second. "Fair enough," he said, "I'm used to having to take things slower, since you're the only one watching your back solo, but if my beautiful partner is able to speed up the process a bit I'm willing to keep pace."

"Agreed," Dylan says as he finishes redressing as well, internally acknowledging this one will actually be interesting to study further, "I still need to get checked in at the place I'll actually be staying. Let me do that and set-up my gear and we'll meet up again in about... two hours?"

Nodding in satisfaction, he gets up to get cleaned up and redressed. "Looks about right," he says, "Do you plan to set out immediately or are there preparations of you own you have to make?"

Dylan sits up, smirking in return. "Did she say where?" he asks, "I have some coordinates I wanted to check so it would be interesting to see if they match up."