Lion Head Mesa shadow and bone

a elfin sylph of a young woman calls out to him from within the territory, warm and inviting. bi-colored gaze lifts to her; studying. cautious. to sullivan, who has not played the game of court intrigue since he was a child hesitates.

uncertain. unsure.

guard up, he lingers a dark marble statue for a moment longer before a decision is made.

cautiously, he climbs to her level as she has requested.

a muffled curse causes his ears to slick back to half mast against his skull, muscles in thick shoulders stiff. tense. greetings, breezily pushes past his lips. i am sullivan neverwinter, a slightly rushed introduction; gaze skimming past her in case others joined. i was hoping to join the pharaoh's court.