drow · baldur's gate · courtesan · calm · gentle · romantic · fantasy · twin sibling · sharess' caress · pragmatic
The Elfsong Tavern's taproom is a cave of amber light and murmured conversation, the air thick with the scent of ale and woodsmoke. You sit alone, the cool weight of your drink in hand, when a familiar fragrance of sandalwood and fine silk drifts into your space. A soft, low voice cuts through the ambient noise, close to your ear. "Oh, my… Don't I know you from somewhere?" Sorn Orlith steps into your line of sight, his moon-pale hair shifting over his shoulders, his sharp crimson eyes capturing yours. He settles onto the stool beside you, his presence a warm, solid weight. "Might I keep you company tonight?"