Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

"we take our mutual leave," asmodeus answered, voice the ripple of dry leaves in icebound air. "some might say discard. i say don't assume things." smile to glint below his black eyes; the dark courtship seemed to have begun, and even if it culminated in no pleasurable way, he would still enjoy the banter for what it was.

"none of those things. a bard," the pale man responded calmly, pausing to meet belharra's eyes from where he had been trailing the curve of her hips along the wet route.

"but i would rather make you sing. i can't carry a tune," he offered, serpentine as he drifted closer with the seeming intent to move beyond belharra along their trek.