#emfiliae

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The paladin gestures a hand, a surrender of agreement to the witch as he chuckles and rests his back against the wood of the bar. He’s grown... accustomed to things like this happening. As much as he likes to consider himself a total treat for the ladies there are certain types that would choose another lady over him without missing a beat. Which is totally fair, there were many folks with many strokes. Wylan could consider himself fortunate (or simple) in that his category of a fine lady was easy to find and typically eager to reciprocate his advances.

This is a little unique though. It’s not often he’s playing wingman for Emke. Maybe this girl is too intimidated to approach on her own? Wylan doesn’t blame them. Everybody has a weakness. Wylan’s is a certain little thief that stole all his money.

“Goodness me, I…” Face turning a bright shade of pink, she’d bashfully look away from Honey. Oh, what to say to something that was simply adorable and darling in the princess’ eyes? Though humble when it came to receiving compliments, oft saying thank you while offering one of her own in return, she could not help but adore how Honey would compliment her. It was different. Refreshing. It didn’t feel as though it was said out of the pretense of politeness, it felt genuine and well… a tad on the humorous side as well, something she appreciated very much as a matter of fact! 

“How wonderful! Would you mind terribly in showing me once more?”

Is it hypocritical to be against the violence of having Pokemon fight one another...

Stepping into the main room of the bakery did little to minimize just the scale of the orc now chuckling apologetically at the young woman. Bull in a china shop is a phrase you hear, and hopefully this is as close to the metaphor as one would get to seeing. Not that it was causing him any concern. Living in this area outside of a community where orcs were more commonplace, making oneself ‘fit’ was a quickly learned trait. A necessity! With that out of mind he was eagerly taking in the smell of the place. His nose lifting and a bigger smile gracing his lips as he catches hints of cream, wafts of strawberry and little hints of lemon. Fingers curl and his tongue glides beneath large teeth in excitement. How fortunate that this establishment was hiring!

“Oh, sorry if I surprised you, ma’am. Mm. Perhaps should have rang bell or knocked.” He affords her the time she apparently needs to get her bearings, on both the situation and on him, another thing that was all too common. What wasn’t, however, was a nice shop such as this, decorated with odd knick-knacks and radiating with magic. There’s a tickle in his chest, the remainder of a response he knew all too well from his years as a warrior, and had since thrown away to pursue happier things in life.

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HEAR THAT, LOVER BOIS/GALS. If you polish, treat your starkin like the big fragile vase you have in your household and 

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Raguna thinks he feels it too. Then again anyone with functioning eyes could probably tell you that this place was off and likely haunted with something. If it was, they hadn’t shown themselves in a way that Raguna could see it yet, but he’s also not sure if he wants to wait around and see how long it’ll take. He appreciates assistance for his friends but he also appreciates his safety.

“Miss Honey, I’m not sure how anyone could let their attic get this messy. Least of all you.”