Panthos
He stands a little over six feet. His black hair tousled about a bit long but yet not. It is cut to fall upon his chin. He moves his hand up to run through it causing the hairs to lay differently than before yet not seeming too messy.
His grey eyes look around and meet yours and a slight smile comes to his lips and then fades as he turns his head looking elsewhere. From his face he appears to be no more than 20 years of age, maybe a little younger. He wears a dark green shirt that is open along the top the strings hanging loosely. A brown vest is worn as well matching the brown pants and his knee high brown boots which have a portion turned down at the top.
He wears a brown leather belt with a leather pouch which hangs against his right hip. Hanging from the right side is a short sword, looking a bit old and worn. As he takes a couple of steps you notice that he walks limping upon the left side.

Marla
You see a young girl (about 16 years), whose wavy waistlenght dark hair and copperly skin mark her Domani, as does her lenght (1.78m.). Though she's still young it's obvious that she will be a great beauty one day. Her big black eyes wander constantly through the place, taking in everything she sees. She usually smiles a pleasant open smile, except when she's angry or irritated. The smile gets a deeper dimension when she has a misschievous expression on her face. Her youth and expression mark her as very innocent.
Her perfect figure is certainly not hidden by the darkblue dress with the long narrow sleeves and the high neckline with a small dip on the front which falls down to her ankles. It is made of barely opaque folds of clothes tied cloth with a narrow belt around her small waist. This accentuates her formes through the clining silk, showing nothing of her body but suggesting every curve and smoothness of it. Around her neck is a deeperblue black circle and from that twisted blue-going-to-black strings fall down to her middle and dissapear beneath the belt. This is all the adornation on it.
The blackleather narrow belt which surrounds her small waist is embroided with various pieces of mountaincristals which catch the light and make it dance and thus your eyes can't help but fall on them from time to time. Her small black shoes which peek from under the anklelong dress are made from the same material but have no adornation on them.
The dress itself is enwrapped by a light lightlblue cape with the cap lying down beneath her hair. The cape falls loosely down to her knees and the sleeves reach only her elbows. From under the place where the dark buttons connect under her neck falls a golden tiny necklace down to her chest. The article dangling on it is a silver and gold cymbol:
A golden leaf of the Avendolesdora and the golden figures of a Whitegolden Tower and a golden corn which depart at the underside of it. She usually moves in an elegant way, which seems sometimes a little daring and it's always like a dance. She swirrls around and greets you cheerfully.

Rashan is a Saldean with dark, curly hair. He seems to be in his late twenties to early thirties. His tanned and weathered face speaks plainly of his years spent on the seas. Like most who ply their trade on the rolling decks of ships, he walks with a flowing, rolling gait.
Rashan wears loose black pants which are tight to the leg below the knee, tucked into high black boots, of obvious quality make. His white billowy shirt is typacally unlaced. From his hip, a slender rapier hangs. The basket hilt and leather wrapped handle are worn from use over the years. The sword rests in a plan, but servicable sheath.

Tamarind
Tall, fair, and lithe, this woman's emerald eyes hold hidden knowledge around an ageless face framed by a fall of fiery golden hair.

Time: Early Spring, Late Afternoon, Tea Time
Setting: Common Room, Will's Tavern, Tar Valon

Panthos opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Marla is sitting at a table next to the window. She's looking at some papers and has a slightly desperate look in her eyes as she looks up at the man standing over her table which delivers even more.

Panthos walks into the tavern, with a drowsy look upon his face. He walks slowly over towards the bar, mumbling something to himself about horses being stubborn. He looks about the room and notice the woman and the man.. He raises an eyebrow and says nothing more

Panthos sits down at Bar.

A waiter leaves after taking an order from Panthos and then comes back with his green tea and way bread.

Panthos shifts in his seat, turning slightly, to look upon the two at the table. Curious as to what is going on. He eats his bread carefully studying the pair

The broad man which has the figure of a strong blacksmith turns around and nods to Panthos before tapping his finger against his hat, "This is my share, mistress, I hope it's fine."

Marla looks up and pages a bit through the papers, "I hope that too." she says drily and then looks up, "I will let you know if it isn't, you can go back to your work now, if you like."

The man sighs relieved and nods, "Sure, I have much to do yet." He hurries out of the room.

Panthos hmms siently, rubbing his chin with a finger. He watches the man leave and returns his gaze upon the woman

Marla leans back with a very relieved sigh in her chair. Her hand taps thoughtfully on the papers in front of her. Lazily her deepblack eyes travel through the room till they rest on the face of the man who's looking at her. She quirks faintly an eyebrow and she curls her lips lightly while inclining her head to him in greeting.

Panthos chuckles a little and nods his head. After he chews his bite of bread and washes it down with a sip of his tea , he speaks "Morning Ma'am" He nods his head, moving his hands instictively as to tip a hat that is not there.

Marla makes a delicate gesture with her hand as she brings it up to her head to play with a black hairtress, "A good morning to you too, sir." she greets him in a warm clear voice, her eyes drifting over him, taking in his form. Her lips curl up even further, "I can't remember we've met before...?" her voice trails off a bit questionately and expectantly.

Panthos chuckles "No ma'am I believe we have not. I have just recently arrived here in this city.. Lookiing for a friend I am." He looks around him and then finishes his tea. He sets the cup down upon the bar top and rises. Reaching into his pouch, he pulls out a few coins and leaves them upon the top of the bar before walking his way over to where she sits.

Panthos stands and leaves Bar.

Panthos nods his head and speaks 'Panthos Al'Tiebure " He grins and winks " A man with nothing importnat or interesting in his life at the moment"

Marla leans back further as he comes to her, her eyes shoot to his legs and underbody, looking at his way of walking. They begin to sparkle and that smile turns slyly, "Well, it's always a pleasure of meeting people in here." she greets him in a soft voice, and you can here a throaty chuckle in it, "I'm Marla Shandal, master of the merchant's guild of Tar Valon." She swirrls her arm deftly low to indicate a chair, "Please have a seat, I would like to know more of Panthos Al'Tiebure." her lips form the name longly, tasting it and giving it a sensual tone.

Panthos grins and smiles. His eyes take in her form and he chuckles slightly to himself. a deep rich chuckle.. "Ahh then that is why that man was so nervous around you... And here I thought it was of your bueaty..' He grins and winks and then slips acrossed from you.

Panthos sits down at a Window Table.

Marla leans back even further as she shifts to sit more comfortable, and to show you a lot more of her dress and figure. "Thank you sir," she says softly and she inclines her head in thanks, that smile and misshievous sparkle still in her eyes, "I always like to hear compliments." she idly turns her head to order a drink, "And what has brought you here?" she asks interested.

Panthos chuckles and grins "What brought me here, well you did invite me to join you, did you not m'lady? " He grins and winks to you and then tilts his head a little, to one side and then then other. 'Well a friend had sent me a letter that he was in need of help. Only when I arrived, I found he had left, and there was a woman who was in his room.. claiming he was the father of her unborn shild. " He shakes his head.. "The pour lass.. He left her a note.. sad to say.. and well the girl did not take it to well.. " He sighs and frowns slightly, looking down upon the table, his voice loosing the cheery tone it once held. "Seems she left in the middle of the night and I have no clue where she.. has gone.. "

Marla sips from her glass of icetea that the waiter has brought her as she listens to this story. Her eyes grow wider on hearing this story, "That is...awfull." she finally says softly, but an exclaimation could not have made clearer how she thinks of this, "You are now...looking for her?" she asks curious, twingling the glass between her fingers, her eyes locked into yours. "Do you have any idea where your...friend is?" a smirk is for a moment around the corners of her mouth, as is a hesiaton in her voice.

Panthos shakes his head "Nay, to both.. I am not looking for her.. That that woman. I do not even know how my freind could put up with her. " He sighs a little "I I figure she is well enough on her own, she took a bag of money from on top of the table where I left it.. And my friend.. I heard he was in some business, on a trip to a city which no one knows the name of. It is hard to find a town such as that" He sighs and tthen looks to you "So for now I am just walking around, and waiting til he returns.. that is if he will return"

Marla furrows her brows for a moment, "I agree that it seems she's not that helpless if she steals from one who might have been willing to help her." She shakes her head and brings her brows back tot their normal elegant bows over her deepblack eyes which shine with fire as she looks back at you, locking her eyes with yours as you look at her, "And can you keep up with it? Living in the big city with no good incomes?" she inquires, still playing idly with her glass but something gives away she's paying close attention to you now.

Panthos chuckles and grins "AWell now. There is a good question." He grins and shifts a little, bringing a hand to run through his hair, causing it to look a little worse than it was before, locks falling about in every direction.. He chuckles and smiles "It seems my friend was kind to me for he had a room waiting with a bag ofcoins inside... Along with that I had my own pouch I brought.. I know what my friend is like so I know what to expect.. And his repayment of money was not it." He chuckles and grins.

Marla shakes her head amused and she joins his chuckling, "I am glad for you then." she says drily, inclining her head and she then smiles wider, "But if you do run out of money, what do you plan to do then? What is your profession?"

Panthos tilts his head and raises a hand motioning to a serve as he walks by. He then turns and smiles "Well m'lady' He grins as his eyes run over you once more.. " I tend to have knowledge about a few things here and there..." He grins "I was working with my family upon a farm, but I left to join the services.." He chuckles a sparkle coming to his eye as he thinks of it "But they did not suit my liking.. So I left" Panthos grins and smiles " I started working with a man in Cairhein.. a wood worker that is learning about the trade and such" Marla ahs soflty to that and her sly smile widens and becomes almost a very amused grin. Her eyes sparkle misschievous on hearing what he did but when hearing the word 'trade' she goes leaning further, becoming very interested, "Ahh? You are then an apprehentice?" she informs, her voice becomes a bit more businesslike, but still has that purr in it.

Panthos'eyes trail down from your face as you lean over.. He grins and smiles, then looks back to you "Aye, that I am.. My master, you might call him, sent me out in the world to sharpen my skills.. To try and carve things I saw and thought would bring a price." He grins and tilts his head "If I may as so bold to ask you.. May I one day carbve yourself, for I do believe that any would like what I see before my eyes" He grins and winks.

Marla's eyes begin to sparkle and she leans even further, "I am flattered indeed." she says softly, that grin becoming smaller and more sly. She lays a hand on the opening in her cape, on her chest, "But if I would do that...that would take time from my business, I do believe it might be better if we made some other arrangement for it." Her tongue flicks over her lips and her eyes look through lowered eyelashes at you, her tone sounds hush, "What do you think of your skill so far?"

Panthos blinks and takes a deep breeath, watching her tongue and then her hand. He realizes he has leaned acrossed the table.. staring at her motions.. He shakes his head a little and sits back, bringing a hand to his mouth as he coughs, He raises an eye brow and speaks " My talents.." He coughs once more, to regain his smooth voice... and speaks "Aye well you can have a look for yourself some day perhaps." He tilts his head a little, and shifts in his chair "I meant carving you in such a setting, where your beauty emits throughout the air around you m'lady.. But if you wish not to have someone watching you as you work that is well enough for me."

Rashan opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Panthos looks up from his seat as he hears the door open. He nods to the fellow.. and then turns back to look upon the woman acrossed from him.

Rashan enters the tavern and hangs his light cloak by the door. He nods to Panthos's greeting and crosses to the bar.

Rashan sits down at Bar.

Little sparkles of light begin to shine in the deepblack sky which are called eyes in Marla's face as she notices Panthos' reaction. Slowly she puts her glass on the table, leaning further down doing this and her hand slides away from her dress and begins to play with an hairlock. Placing it over her shoulder and rolling it around her fingers at the middle of her chest her eyes become even more wider and her lips turn up in a sly sensual smile. "I don't mind it when people watch me.." she says in that low voice full of meanings and she brings the hand on the table slightly in his direction, "I was merely thinking of..." she pauses and quirks a brow faintly in a question, "wether you might be of sercvice for me."

A waiter leaves after taking an order from Rashan and then comes back with his Harvest Ale.

Rashan tips the waiter and takes a sip of the ale.

Rashan glaces about the tavern in curiosity.

Panthos chuckles and shifts, taken back a little by this woman acrossed from him.. He tilts his head and looks upon her. "Aye.. perhaps I can.. but perhasp you could help with a few things or two." He brings a hand up to his chin, fingers running acrossed it as he thinks

Marla glances away from the man opposite her for a moment to order a second glass of tea. She notices the newcomer and inclines her head gracefully to him, her lips turning a bit less shyly but still very intruiging, a welcome smile. She then turns her head back to Panthos as he answers, "I would be glad to help ofcourse, Panthos Al 'thieburne." she chucles lightly, bringing her hand to the mouth to hide a mysterious smile, "And what do you like me to do...in exchange for some favours to please me." her voice almost purrs. She has brought her hand back elegantly to accept the new glass. Sipping from the tea she peers thougtfully at the young man, though her eyes flicker from time to time to the other one.

Rashan smiles and chuckles lightly into his glass of ale. He seems to know this game.

Panthos chuckles and smiles. 'A carving is all that I ask... For once my master has seen what I have done, he will have no question of my eye for beauty" He tilts his head and looks upon the man chuckling.. and then looks back to Marla.. sitting back a little.

Marla leans a bit back in her chair too, though not that much, still having that interested pose as she looks at Panthos, "I am sure that an artist has a good eye for beauty, why else would he be an artist?" she asks rhetorically and then raises a small brow, "But would you mind to carve more as well?"

Panthos grins and smiles 'If the lady will allow.." He tilts his head as his eyes run over her, and then quickly move back to her face...

Marla leans even further back, her hand with the glass to her face as if to cool down, it certainly is suddenly hot here, isnt'it? Smiles radiantly as she feels the cooling against her she looks interested over at Panthos, "I would allow that ofcourse, I just asked you remember?" she chuckles amused.

Panthos coughs a little, and moves his hand to cover his mouth.. Taking it and wiping the sweat that somehow is upon his brow he blushes just slightly.. "Oh aye that is right" He grins "Seems my mind has walked away from me for the moment" He chuckles and shifts... ordering from a waiter.

A waiter leaves after taking an order from Panthos and then comes back with his amadorian fine red wine.

Panthos shifts and looks towards Marla "Anything for you?"

Marla brings in delicate gesture her glass of icetea to her mouth to sip from it, her lips form themselves against it and when she returns it they shine wet. "No, I am very satisfied with all this here." she says softly and amused. That sparkle is back in her eyes again, "I don't mind it when an artist's mind dwirrls away, I'm sure that they have good thoughts about their next pieces, not?" she cocks her head at him, the hairtress falling down just on her middle and catching the light, "I was wondering wether you could become an..apprehentice for a while?" she elegance by a shrug, merely ignores the young server from that point on and fixes a bland disattention upon the rest of the room.. seemingly losing herself in her own world and not paying attention. But the glitter of a gold flecked gaze, should any dare to meet it head on, would indicate otherwise as the Sedai lifts her glass and sample the vintage with a slight expression of distaste. It is fleeting, a moment only before absolutely enigmatic composure has returned.

Panthos grins and smiles a little "Well then.. perhaps.." He looks around a little and then back to the woman acrossed from him... he grins and leans forwards slightly "Perhaps ... " He grins and lightly taps the side of his glass.... in thought

Rashan clears his throught nervously and stands from the bar.

Rashan stands and leaves Bar.

Rashan decides that he'd much rather go read a book or something and heads for the Library.

Rashan opens the door to the Library and leaves the Main Room.

Tamarind merely keeps to her place, giving no overt attention or focus to anyone outside the glass of wine her fingers hold, and do not release. Close observers might note that the level of crimson liquid hardly drops within its bowl.

Marla looks only at the man across her, her eyes are wide and she leans further to the table, setting down the now empty glass and letting the man enjoy quite some interesting view as her body is pressed against the folds of her thin dress. She smiles even more but manages to pout as well, looking dissaointed, "YOu are not sure yet?

Panthos blinks and jumps back almost. Knocking over hs glass upon the table, the liquid running towards the woman acrossed from him.. He shakes his head and stands, and quickly takes a cloth wiping up the mess he has made. His blush very apparent upon his cheeks, the color of chrimson deep. He opens his mouth but no words come out trying to stop the liquid before it comes in contact with Marla's dress.

Marla's quick reflexes make sure she abruptly jerks her body back and hangs in her chair. Immediately she rises though in an elegant gesture as well, no hint that it's due to fear for her dress. Quickly grabbing the important papers from the table she founds out that, luckily just, the upperpart is wet. "O no!" she groans and then sighs, but her lips are turned up into a smile, "You have just bound yourself to me and the guild you know, it will take me several nights to clean this up."

Panthos blinks and looks to the woman.. still in a little state of shock.. he mumers "I.. I am sorry I I hope I did not ruin anyth.... " He blinks and then shakes his head.. "I.. I.. am? bond?" He then straigtens up and chuckles slightly.. and smiles.. blush still upon his face as a hand runs through his hair, leaving the wet cloth upon the table.. "And.. what can I do to help you then m'lady?"

Giving the two at one side nothing more than a flicker of her verdantly deep eyes, Tamarind glances toward the door as it opens.. as if expecting to meet with someone here of all places. But other than that, she displays no interest or gestures, and makes absolutely no indication that she will move any time soon as she .. savours.. her wine.

Marla smiles sweetly to Panthos, "I will tell you that later, you can always find me either here, in the Flaming Arrow or in the Chapterhouse. But now I've got to go."

Marla opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.

Time: Later that day, early evening
Setting: Common Room, Will'S Tavern, Tar Valon

Panthos is sitting at the bar.. sipping on a glass of water in thought

Marla comes swirrling into the tavern. This time she has no papers with her, or if she has they are in the official looking bag she carries. She inclines her head smiling to all the patrons and then heads over to her favourite table. Halfway though she stops on noticing Panthos, an unreadable smile crosses her face and her eyes sparkle dangerously for a moment. She turns around to get there.

Panthos hmms softly and rubs his temple, seeming tO be studying his glass.. lost in thought.. He turns around on hisstool, holding his glass and looks up.

Marla continues to softly and slowly walking to the bar. Slowly, so that she may roll her hips and all other stuff which enables her to walk that sensual Domani walk. Her big eyes are fixed on Panthos' figure and her expression seems almost predatorian...almost but not really, more a playfull one. As Pathos turns around and looks up her eyes widen even more and she fixes them for a second in his, inclining her head and allowing a tiny teasing smile to cross her face, "Thinking about a way out of our bond?" she asks him teasingly.

Panthos blinks and gasps slightly. He looks stratled as his eyes grow big seeing her sway her hips like that. He shifts a little and almost falls back off the stool. He blushes a little more.. and shakes his head.. Thinking to him self a little.... why do I get soo clumsy??.... He sighs and coughs slightly, raising his hand to his mouth and shaking his head "Ohh no.. nay nay that is not it at all.. I was.. was trying to remeber your name.. It seems that well." He pauses and licks his lips a little, eyes glancing down at you smiling a little then looking back upon your face 'Seems that I was so.. taken in by our conversation that it slipped my mind"

Marla brings a hand to her mouth to hide her smile but her eyes sparkle amused and that hunting look is suddenly back in them. Bringing her hand down she says, pouting her lips a bit but not for grief, only to make her even more attractive. The way some patrons look over at her and then at Panthos shows their envy for the young man clearly, "O really?" She finally reaches the bar and goes standing next to him, sideways. Laying down one hand on the bar, close to his hand, she brings the other one up to swirl some hairtresses backwards in a proud elegant gesture, "Maybe we should do this conversation again then....what was it we were discussing?" she leans a bit forward and brushes his arm with her playing hand.

Panthos blinks and turns, watching her move, mouth open.. gaping.. eyes all but buldging out from their sockets. he shakes his head a little and rises... And binks, bumping into her.. He blushes and blinks.. moving an arm to steady her a little.. realizing she is much much closer now.. He blinks and takes a step back.. 'Here, please have a seat' He raises his hand to hide his mouth as he coughs.. trying to get the shakiness from his voice.. ohhh why does this woman tease me soo.... He shakes his head abnd motions to the chair.

Laughter erups a bit from the patrons as the clumsy young man (in their eyes) bumps into this beauty and has no idea how to handle her. Marla shakes her hair back and flinches them a look of fire, not of passion and mystery this time but one of fury, it doesn't even look that bad on her. "I would like to have a seat...." she begins, turning her head back to Pathos but now her eyes just shine sweetly though still dark, "But I prefere a private place...maybe you would like that too?" her eyes go wider and she makes them look pleading up to his face. She moves her hand over to his on the bar to grab it, it's a gentle almost stroking touch, "Shall we go?" she asks softly and then turns around, her hand still around his, in a gesture of going with her but no pressing, giving him a choice..

Panthos stands and leaves Bar.

Panthos blinks and blushes.. He looks about and shifts a little as he stands.. his voice once more a little shaky "Aye.." He coughs and bites hislip.. ole fool what is wrong with you.. no time to make a bigger fool than what you are.. blood and bloody asshes where is your head... He nods his head 'Perhaps.. perhaps somewhere else might be better. ' He smiles nd moves his hand a little.. and then offers you his arm.. "Where to my lovely lady?"

Marla smiles radiantly up at his face, her lips parted so that you can see part of their whiteness between. She gracefully slips her arm into yours, you feel her skin through the thin silk, "You have good manners, I like that." she compliments him in a soft voice and then inclines her head to the dual table in the back corner, hidden for most other patrons, "I think that's a good place to talk in private...don't you agree?" her eyes are wide and look questionately up at his face, her smile is reassuringly as if to say she won't eat you, she then heads over to the place.

Panthos blinks and nods his head.. not saying much.. he walks with you.. trying not to fumble upon his own feet, or your dress as he can feel the silk swirling about him.. He takes a gulp as he can feel things.... happening.. he so peaks ina low whisper "My it is getting hot in here." he move his other hand, pulling upon the collar of his shirt.. and smiles as he reaches the table.. removing his arm and motioning for her to sit.

Marla sits down at Dual Table1.

Panthos sits down at Dual Table1.

Panthos smiles and then sits down acrossed from the woman, his eyes still wide, though slowly.. slowly returning to thier normal states... He licks his lips a little and inclines his head as he settles down " A glass of wine perhaps? Anything you wish m'lady and I will see that you are served it." he smiles and tits his head looking upon you.

Marla extends her right hand to lay it on his left one on the table, her fingers are outstretched and though she doesnt't grab it, it's obvious you will have to jerk your hand back if you don't want to feel this. "Let's introduce ourselves again, don't you think?" she asks him with a warm smile. The warmth changes to teasing though as she continues, her lips almost pouting for amusement, "After all, I can't except drinks from men who do not know my name." After this she inclines her head, "My name is Marla Shandal, but you can just call me Marla."

Panthos smiles, and looks to his hand. he does not mve it though, only turns his arm slightly, so the palm is upwards.. he looks to you , and then tilts his head, eyes glancing over your face.. chin.. hair.. drifting a little and looking upon your neck.. He grins a little more and takes a deep breath and smile.... eye drifting over your lips.. then to your eyes... "Marla.. a beautiful name for a beautiful face" he smiles.. and shifts just a little, realizing he is leaning in towards her once more.. He straightens slgihtly.. arm still extended.. as he speaks... "Panthos Al'Tiebure...Panthos.. or Pan by most."

Marla doesn't mind you leant forward, the opposite further, she doens't move forwards though as she notices his straightening. Lowering her eyelashes as if a bit shy she smiles, "It's a beautifull comment and phrase you just said Panthos, thank you." she then looks up and her lips have a soft smile on them, "And I like your name Panthos Al 'Tiebure." again she tastes his name, her tongue flickring over her lips, making it sound and look very sensual. "And it seems that we are back in our conversation." she chuckles lightly on this.

Panthos blushes and smiles a little. His eyes glancing over her... He tilts his head and smiles.. speaking softly.. and once more leaning towards her.. as to try to catch a glimps of her eyes.. "And would you care for something m'lady.. wine.. food.. ?"

Marla laughs warmly and shakes her head, "No Panthos, I am not hungry but a nice herbtea would be good." she then quirks a brow, "And if I'm exptected to call you Panthos, you must call me Marla, if that's allright with you?" she sounds amused and looks up in his eyes, hers shine, "And shall we now go on with where we were?" she asks softly, almost shyly though the misshievous glance in her eyes belies that.

Panthos blushes and smiles.. He grins and nods his head "Aye.. Marla.." He smiles and shifts.. motioning to a server.. and whispering to him.. and then turns looking back to you.. "Wel now.. where were we.. It seems i was so lost in thought of trying to think of your name.. I only able.. His hand moving abruptly from yours, moving to his glass as he lifts it and begins to drink from it....

Marla blinks as she feels his hand moving back, and looks a bit offended dissapointed, but that quickly dissapears as she notices what he means and she smiles to him, "I thank you Panthos," she says warmly, in a sweet voice, "Shall we then agree that you will come see me in the merchant house soon to sign papers which make you an apprehentice of our guild for a while?" she hesitaes, "If you really want that is."

Panthos finishes drinking the galss.. dry.. He smiles.. and looks to you.. shaking his head a little and putting a hand upon his forehead.. "Forgive me.. but it.. seems.. to have grown very hot since we have sat down.." He sighs slightly.. and then blinks realizing what you have asked... He speaks, in rushed tones "Aye... I would very much like that... of course.. I will need to know the laws of your guild... " He smiles.. and blushes a little.. faintly.. his hands settling upon the table.. He takes yours and lifts it, as he lowers his head, lips just lightly brushing over it.. . and then looks up to your eyes "I would be honored.. to be bond to you in such a way....."

Marla smiles softly on feeling his lips brush her soft smooth skin, "I understand that...and I would not hire anyone to come in the guild without telling them what to expect." her eyes sparkle with a thousand differend lights, like stars in the dark night, "And I hope and think to be honoured to be made into wood by a skillfull artist." the way she looks at you with those delicous eyes makes you know she hopes it's you. She lowers her eyelashes again and looks through them, "What do you want to do now? Tell me more about your skills? Or me telling you what's expected of an apprehentice?"

Panthos smiles, and rubs his smooth shaven cheks acrossed your hand.. He then closes his eyes and pauses for a moment.. taking a deep breath and then looks to you . Raising his head, eyes locked upon yours... "Please," his thumb once more running over top of your hand.. "tell me what will be expected of me..."

Marla's eyes look softly up in his and she somehow seems closer to him, "I will tell you that then." she whispers, promising him something which might be more than the duties of an apprehentise. Her eyes shine as she looks at their combines hands and she says, as in an afterthought, "You feel very good, your hands I mean, not rouch like from a normal workman." She loojks with a bit teasing smile at his face, "Apprehentises are expected to behave respectfull in front of full members, they will have a little sum to pay each month, but that's all." she furrows her brows, "You have the right to go to a course of other guildmembers than your own if you want to...and you will have to obey me as if I'm your teacher." she chuckles at that and winks.

Panthos grins and smiles.. His thumb moving a little more.. exploring.. running up your wrist a little.. and back acrossed your hand... 'aye.. then I will obey you.. mistress Marla..." he smiles and tilts his head.. lips moving as he kisses your hand once more.. and then looks up to you.. he sits back up, his thumb running over your soft skin.. smoothly, warming the flesh.. He smiles "I think that I will not have a problem obeying you." He grins.

Marla shakes her head amused and her eyes sparkle again, a bit teasingly. "You seem to be like a leaf in the wind, you suddenly are very differend." she then laughs ringingly and leans forward, her face only inches from his, eyes locked in a silent combat, "But I don't mind that at all, in fact..." her eyes become greater, "I like it to see people relax when they're with me." she moves her head slowly back and winks again, "Especially as you're an artist."

Panthos blinks .. and moves back.. shifing a little.. His hand moving fromyours abuptly adn wipes his forehead.. He looks down and then looks back to you, nervous .. and runs a hand through his hair... He mumbles to himself "Aye.. hot it is" He shakes his head.. and then reaches for now and she leans even closer to him...can she help it that this presses her upperbody even closer to her dress and into the obvious view?

Panthos smiles and tilts his head... His eyes drifting once more.. and catching a glamips of her.. and blinks. he moves his head back, a little.. and catches the last of her words.. nodding his head.. he stammers slightly. eyes seeming to be locked.. looking a little lower than her face "Yes.. yes.. " He then blushes slightly and raises his eyes to meet your own.. He smiles a little, and moves his hand.. thumb to run over your skin....

Marla quirks a brow on seeing where he looks at but shrugs it off, a very interesting and pleasant sight as well, "I am glad then, I have some papers with me now, should we sign them?" she asks him and then looks up in his eyes with hers, "I would like to finish business now to go to another subject." she whispers and flexes her hand a little, not minding it to feel him but just to make him catch the hint.

Panthos blushes slightly and nods his head.. He moves his hand snd looks to you 'Aye yes.. papers.. papers.. " He smiles.. and takes a sip upon his glsss, and sets it down.. He looks up to you and smiles 'Now.. where do I sign?" He chuckles and looks about.. the table top, then back to you.. He shifts a little in his seat and then tilts his head 'Awwee yes.. something to write with as well.. forgive me though.. but I fear that my writing is not all that well.. but I will try my best"

Marla merely nods, understanding his feelings and she bends down to grab in the bag standing next to the table, from it she gets 3 sheets of paper, all have 2 lines unwritten on it at which the people will have to write down their names. "Here they are, one for me, one for the guild and one for you." she says matter-of-factly but still friendly, "On it stands that you will bind yourself to the rules here and you just have to fill in your name here." she points at one of the lines, I will contra-sign it to make it official." she looks up smiling, "You can read it through to see that it's what I said it is...and I wonder what more you would want?"

Panthos nods his head and looks to you 'And a thing to write with? " He takes a piece of paper and looks upon it.. curious, wrinkling his forehead, as he tries to make out the words...

Marla chuckles to that and dips one out of her bag as well, "You're right, that is pretty important." is her dry comment and she hands him a beautifull yet functional pen. She notices his looks and says softly, "One of the obliged things is that you learn how to read and write....but it's allright for you to do and gives you good advantage."

Panthos chuckles and smiles. He glances over you 'is quite alright.. just the penmanship.. is so neat.. I am used to most of my messy writings." He chuckles and sets the paper down.. He smils and takes the pen, his hand just lighty brushing over yours own as he does so. he tilts his head and then scratchs his name across one of the lines of the sheet of paper.. he moves his hand, changing the sheet of paper and scratches his name once more... doing so until he does not have to write no more.. He smiles and holds then pen and chuckles 'Your turn I believe." Upon the paper is his signiture.. and a true scratch of a signiture it is too

Marla nods satisfied to what he does and quickly writes down her name on the places, elegantly and very lighjtly, as is the signature itself. She smiles satisfied and shoves one paper over to him, "Here, apprehentice Panthos, this is yours to keep, be carefull with it.": she warns but there's also a teasing undertone on using this words. "NOw, let's see, what shall we do?" she asks him, while bending down in order to put the other papers back in the bag and then looks up at him, lay8ng her hand on the table again, close to his but not grabbing it, "Shall we order another drink? To celebrate our...cooperation?"

Panthos chuckles and smiles. He takes the paper in his hand and then smiles, placing it beside him, looking upon her signiture "I see your writing is as delicate as you" He smiles.. and then looks to you.. his hand moving to take yours , finger gentle wrapping aorudn them "Aye.. let's"

A waiter leaves after taking an order from Marla and then comes back with her 2 glasses Andorian Liquor.

Panthos smiles and grins. He watches the waitor leave and then looks back to her.. He tilts his head and smiles 'To ... following orders?"

Marla smiles and shoves one of the glasses to Panthos, "It'snon alcohol, and that's what i alwayus drink but it's very good." she sips from it and looks interested at his face, her hand squeezes a bit in his, "To you panthos." she toasts and then smiles a bit treasingly, "To following orders as well, and that you will keep your artist-soul of making and saying beautifull things," her eyes shine and she slowly sips from the thing.

Panthos chuckles and then takes the glass to his lips... sipping upon it. he sips it and then chuckles 'This is not bad.. for have no alocohol in it.. altough wine suits my tounge a little better " He smiles.. and then tilts his head... his thumb moving onve more.. caressing her hand "Now what other business did you have in mind.... Marla...."

Hudson opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Panthos is sitting acrossed from Marla, her hand in his and his gaze is upon her face... They sip upon glasses

Hudson nods to Marla, and then to Panthos. "Good 'eve...Might I interest you two in a song?"

Hudson strumms his lute quietly.

Panthos turns from his gaze and looks to the man.. he then looks back to Malra tilt inghis head curiously...

Hudson grins. "alright...but if you have any requests...well...Just tell me...perhaps the lady would care to hear?"

Marla's smile becomes a bit musterious and ehr eyes sparkle from the light which she gets in from the light and which is also catched by her glass. She smiles to Panthos, "Well, you will make a carving of me...or of something else you think is worth the trouble and I'm not around, you will follow some courses and I don;t know what more." She glances over at Hudson and nods, smiling, "Yes, I do think that for now we can just listen to the music?" she looks back in Panthos' eyes and she smiles sweetly, her lips wet from the liquid.

Panthos nods his head "Aye that will be fine.. " He grins and smiles.... He sips upon his glass and then looks to the woman.. and grins 'When would be best for me to watch you.... so that i can begin the carving..."

Marla looks up at Panthos face and her eyes become wider and the smile deepens, becomes a bit more sly, "I think that that's best when I'm working in the merchant's guild...or" here she looks up and she smiles again, lowering her eyelashes to make an innocent expression but the way she leans closer you notice her body isn't innocent at all, "We could spend some free time together so that you could tell me how I should pose?

Panthos smiles and nods his head, his eyes glance over the woman.. and they light up a little, widening a little more.. He stammers a little upon his words as he sets down his glass.. "Y..yyyess. that will be fine.. I think' He coughs slightly, and then looks to her.. smiling " Studying what you are going to carve was soemthing iw as taught... "he smiles and chuckles slightly.. tilting his head slightly...

Marla inclines her head and sips with an elegant gesture to the man opposite her, "I will like that a lot Panthos." she says softly and chuckles a bit, "And what am I the..." her voice gets an amused chuckle in it, "object to be studied to do?" she puts her glass on the table and leans further to him, for some reason now as sensual as ever before, "Is this an nice pose?" she then leans back and laughs merrily ringhing, shaking her hair behind her but getting one tresss to play with over her shoulder.

Panthos blinks and smiles.. He grins and nods his head "Aye yes.. that is well.. But.. what I was thinking of.. was more so... you.. doing things.. as you normally would.. perhaps sometime. sitting and watch you... and you do your work.. as if i was not there.. So i could study your moves.. and capture the right pose for the carving....

Marla pouts her lips thoughtfully, holding a hand through her hairs to stroke it back, but keeps that one taunting black hairtress around her fingers, her whole behaviour of something of sensual power, "Yes, I think that can be worked out... and I will make the others pretend you are not there." she then chuckles lowly and amused, "I must admit that that will be very difficult."

Panthos chuckles slightly.. and then looks to you tilting his head... He raises an eyebrow, and hmms slightly "Ohh? now why is that" he tilts his head, and lifts your hand in his, shifting his hand so his palm contacts yours.... Fingers wrapping about it.... as he smiles.. eyes drifting up to your face

Hudson finishes the song. "Thank you!"

Hudson grins.

Panthos tilts his head and looks upon Hudson.. He smiles and nods his head ...

Marla's eyes look him over, admiring his figure and letting him know that, she finally looks up, trailing her almost burning gaze (though a pleasant one) on their hands hers she closes a bit to feel more and then looks him in the eyes, that sly smile crosses her face and the tip of her tongue flickers to touch her lips for a moment, "YOU are....very difficult not to notice." she finally says lowly, thoughtfully and hinting something. Her eyes flicker away to Hudson for a moment and she inclines her head to him, flashing him a radiant smile and still that hunting-hint in it, a very pleasant one for men.

Panthos grins and moves his fingers a little.. rubbing her hand slightly "Aye.. and the same is true of you sweet Marla.. " He smiles, and then sips uon his glass. he lowers his head and then raises it, looking upon the woman's face... His right hand moving, arm reaching acrossed the table, a finger just barely sliding along her chin, and turning her face just alittle "Aye defintely.. a wonder.."

Hudson opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.

Marla smiles to his fingers and other stuff and she lets him hold her head up high and steady, her eyes flicker and seem to like this thing, "Thank you Panthos, and you are very hard to forget this way if you want to study me." she leans over and whispers softly, "I think this is just for private, not?" she kisses him lightly on the hand which held her chin and then sighs regretfully, "I'm afraid I must go now thogh, I do hope to see you later again." she rises and then turns around.

Marla stands and leaves Dual Table1.

Panthos blinks and shifts, rising from the table.. "Forgive me if I have done something wrong.. Marla"

Marla shakes her head, "NO, you haven't. I am just busy with an client and I'm allready late." she grimaces and then smiles at him, "I would much rather have stayed in here." she sounds sincerely and then curtseys elegantly but at the same time sensual and turns around to the door, swaying her hips again and the patrons begin to whisper at her and look enviefull at Panthos.

Marla opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.