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Xunner's eye lit up a bit at the agreeance to drink. Or rather, at the suggestion of over indulgance. Perhaps a little more alcohol would be needed to slip Xar'zith into the same bed? He could be a good little demonsoul. Really he could. He could limit himself to just a little bit of exploration on the drunken male.

Xunner's lips cracked into a happy grin. "Well then. I say we indulge a bit. We've both had a hellish employment after all. We can certainly have a good conversation about the fellows in the group too." Xunner had to fight off the urge to throw his arm around Xar's shoulders, so instead he slipped his thumb into the waist of his low riding pants.

"Do we want them to actually survive their torment?"

Xunner did not detect right away the slight unease in Xar. Peverted thoughts aside, he was busily taking stock of his possible options in concern with their little revenge. There were so many options! Though sadly many of them required him to be present for the casting. He supposed that he could just use his imp to deliver the curseings and such. The nasty little b*****d would be relieved to get out of his containment and become active once more.

It was as he was dreaming up the various ugly curses he could inflict, that Xar sped up his steps. Xunner blinked his purple eye and lifted his head a little bit to see that their destination had become visable. Xunner also sped up his steps, though he found that in doing so it caused his hair to brush back from his face. That he did not care for in the least, as the ugly scar carved over his eye area and into his cheek was easily visable, along with the almond shaped emerald that had been fitted into the empty socket. Yet he did not want to slow down and lag behind. So he switched his staff to his other hand and placed his palm over his face self consciously so he could keep pace.

Upon reaching the tavern, Xunner would flicker his purple eye down towards Xar'Zith. "It occures to me that our plotting will have to be swift. The odds that our past companions will remain in this city beyond a night or two is not in our favor, and I need at least one night of solid rest before I begin my spells. The more time we have to act the more of them we can strike at."

"Well now..."Xunner said as he drew up short outside the building. "That puts me right on the spot now doesn't it?" His remaining eye fell upon Xar where he stood looking up at him.

"I can bestow a few curses. But they will know exactly who did it as I have no time to prepare. I can strike a few blind I suppose. That will neatly end their lives as sure as a blade between the ribs. Ah...I could make one or two impotent....I'm sure you know which ones that would be agony for."

Xunner paused then, and he reached his free hand up to begin twisting at one of the decorative beads in his hair. he had come here thinking perhaps to become more physically intimate with Xar'zith. Now while the plotting if pain and agony infliction on those he did not like would be exciteing. He worried that if he went too far it would seriously hinder his attempts to get the young and small male in a state of undress.

Unless...this sort of thing excited him? Xar's eye shifted to look upon and guage Xar's reaction to his suggestions. "I could possibly summon a demon to possess the caravan master if he is within, but I would definatly need time for that. And I'd need to know what sort of demon to place in him. Such as...do we want one that will completely dominate his mind and take possession of his life with him as a helpless bystander? Or one that will devoure him from the inside in a manner most painful? Or I could put one in his head that will make him go on a bloody rampage until he is cut down...?"

He appeared to be shying away. Perhaps he was a man of as little action as he was of words? He'd rather plot and imagin the sweetness of such vengence rather then indulge in it? Something curled within Xunner and he had to swallow down the urge to growl So, as Xar'zith gave him his wide eyed look, the mage slipped his step's to come up behind the smaller male. With his free hand, he reached down in an attempt to place it on Xar's shoulder, and he leanded down so he could whisper into that pretty ear.

"I am sure you have an idea Xar'zith. After so many years of dealing with them. Having to endure their constant annoyance. having to listen to that fat b*****d order you around. Surely there is some part of you that has a vauge idea of what you would like to happen." Other bar...hmmm...perhaps another bar would be a good idea...or..

"Why don't we go rent a room here. It will be much easier for me to work my magic on them if they are near to us..."

Xunner's thin lips parted into quite the pleased expression. Maybe having spent so much time with Xar had given him a bit better insight into how to motivate the male. Xunner placed his hand upon his hip and he watched the attractive male strm off.

"MMmmm Fiesty." Xunner murmured after Xar had vanished into the building. His black tongue flickered over his lips a moment later. Oh what a cute and utterly devourable male! Xunners eyes lifted then and he waited for Xar to eventually appear in the window and signal him. With a tiny nod of his head..Xunner sauntered his way into the bar.

Inside, he lifted his head. Proudly walking across the floor, he ignored the presence of the other drow. He could have gone strait up..but first... Eh- heh...

When Xunner lightly tapped upon the door to the room that Xar had rented, he was not empty handed. Oh no. In one hand he held his staff of course, but in the other he gripped a bottle of cheap wine. There had gone his last coppers, but that hardly mattered to Xunner. "So then...Shall you invite me in?"

Hmmm... Xunner looked at the still closed door. And...it was still closed. He could hear Xar's words inside and..well..he blew a silent sigh and rolled his eye up as he leaned against the wall outside the door. Crossing his arms, he held the bottle of wine off to the side and looked at the door firmly. "Xar'zith, have I been anything but outright with you in the past? Whose' idea was it to come here in the first place? And whose idea was it to cast these spells on the men below? Now, if we are going to do any plotting you really need to let me into that room so I can put up the proper spells."

Xunner placed the fingers of his empty hand against his temple and began to gently rub at his temple. He supposed he could just blast the door in. He had a spell that would allow him to do that. A nice clock to the head and Xar'Zith would be too dizzied to put up a fight. Mmmm. He could have him naked and pinned in a circle in moments. Xunners purple eye glimmered as he looked at the door. A twisted smile upon his face...though it faded a bit. If he did that the most he could hope for was one ot two nights of rape. Maybe three if he was gentle.

Three possible nights would not be long enough to work through this lust. It had been building since he had first seen Xar'zith and he had to satisfy it. So...being to overly forwards was only going to lead to a problem. Sighing silently to himself a second time he tried to push down the growling urge to merely stalk in and take what he wanted. "Xar'Zith. I have no intention of useing you in any 'games' as you may believe. Hmmmph. You also owe me for more then just my disfigurement. If it wasn't for me you'd be dead right now. I did not have to save your life. I could have obliterated those monsters with a single area effect spell. But instead I used lesser spells to ensure your little black hide did not go up in flames as well. Now, are you going to let me in or must I stay standing out here longer? I'm still a bit weak limbed from the healing I went through."

Zar'zith was un-naturally keen on some things. Xunner was feeling a bit light limbed and light headed. despite the rage of lust that had flared up, his body was effectively telling him 'NO' in accordance to doing anything more that would get his heart raceing anymore. As a matter of fact...all his peverted and lustful thoughts from before were rapidly vanishing the longer he was made to stand outside the door.

Xunner slumped just a small bit against the wall, his pride would not allow him to use his staff to hold himself up. Reguardless of the fact he felt a few beads of sweat upon his brow. Why hadn't Xar said anything yet? Was the assassin ignoreing him now because he did not own up to his peversion? Perhaps he was, or perhaps he was not. The door opened after the silence, and he found himself looking into Xar's pretty blue eye. Thank the abyss. If he had been made to stand out there any longer he'd have had to resort to sitting there and popping the bottle of wine open just for himself.

Xunner straitened his posture, and as Xar worked his way through his apology, Xunner walked himself into the room and made directly for the bed. Xar seemed to be...apologizeing. It seemed to Xunner, as he sat upon the bed and leaned his shoulders against the headboard, that Xar was carrying a bit of guilt. Why else would he be apologizeing for his actions? For making Xunner suffer. Hnnn...

Xunner twisted the cork off the bottle of wine, and lifted it to his lips to take a slow swallow. "If I am....too intnese..." Xunner began, then paused. How could he use this? How could he best work this to his advantage without revealing his own weakness? Xunner set the wine bottle down on a small plain table and placed his hand over the wounded side of his face.

"Xar'zith. I do not know what you want." He slowly spoke. His purple eye fixed on the male steadily. "Why are you working with me at all? Really? I'll just be holding you back. Your skillful and used to working alone as you just said. Any company would pick you up, if nothing more then as another capable body to throw in the grinder. If you drag a one eyed mage along, still recovering from his last lost battle, the odds of anyone accepting you is slimmer. So, if you are not still with me because of some unspoken attraction, which is what I had been under the impression of. What is it?"