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[Hello, Vertiline.

Look at your mate, now back to Zevran. Now back to your mate. Now back to Zevran. Sadly, they aren't Zevran. But if they stopped smashing statues and came to hang out in the temple baths, they could smell like they were Zevran.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in the temple baths with the elf your mate could smell like. What's in your hand? Back to Zevran -- it's your clothes, because who takes a bath with their clothes on?

Look again! Your clothes are now a towel and/or bath products. Anything you like, because you're facing a man who smells like an elf and not a dwarf.

... He's in the baths.]

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[Kevas whistles and doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he's checking out her backside as she leaves. That one is going to be fun. He can just tell.

The troll throws a look over to Zevran and grins.]

She be takin' da bait. Now just to reel da ladymon in.

[After all that Kevas thinks that he'll be using one of the private baths. Last thing he wants right now is an excited elf rubbing all over him. Which reminds him...]

Joo fuhget whatchu seen here alright?

[You know what he means.]

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As you wish.

[He goes so far as to blow her a kiss as she departs, still grinning in an appropriately wicked manner.]

Ah, wonderful! It has been ever so long since I was able to play a... what is the term... wing man...? Truly, it is a delight.

[And then he pouts. Zevran can pout on command.]

But why would I want to commit such a heinous crime against such a pretty part of yourself?

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[Kevas sighs and keeps walking towards the private baths.]

Den at least don't go sharin' whatchu saw.

[He would like to keep what little reputation he has in this place intact.]