Phoebe
Phoebe smiled warmly, finishing her own drink. Thankfully it seemed her metamorphosis hadn't affected the tolerance for alcohol she had built up at the brothel. "Thank you, Ronin. I would like that..." she said, a mischievous smirk curving her lips. "I'll be interested to see how you can hone healing minor wounds while causing intense pleasure into a force to be reckoned with." she snickered.
The Nightingale sighed and nodded in agreement with Ronin. Such occasions always seemed to end with monsters here. "I'd guess since Northaven...though that whole thing was a tragedy really."
But the mention if dinner had her perking up. "Oh! Yes, of course! And that can be our own mini, very private party!" she giggled.
The Nightingale sighed and nodded in agreement with Ronin. Such occasions always seemed to end with monsters here. "I'd guess since Northaven...though that whole thing was a tragedy really."
But the mention if dinner had her perking up. "Oh! Yes, of course! And that can be our own mini, very private party!" she giggled.
i'll let you into my soul
but wipe your feet at the door
but wipe your feet at the door
