Reaver had known exactly what he was doing. He could envision the reprimand that his little gem was getting the moment he walked out the door of the shop. Of course, he so did like the tantalizing thoughts that toyed through his mind. That old fool in the shop wouldn't know how to properly punish his little gem for her naughty, naughty behavior.
Autumn.
Her name teased through his mind as he took a deep, steadying breath as he strolled causally down the street with his purchases - thinking up all the fun ways he could discipline such a fiery little vixen as the one he'd set his sights on. Just the fantasies of what he would do to her was enough to set his blood surging hungrily through his veins. Oh this was going to be a night to remember.
In fact, he was so wrapped up in his pleasurable thoughts that he very nearly ran into his first mate, Uilon. The smaller, slighter, and older elf scrambled out of his way for fear of being trampled, shooting his captain an annoyed scowl for a moment before his lips twisted in a knowing smirk at the distracted look on Reaver's face. He fell into step beside the captain as they strolled down the street leisurely - no one got in their way.
"Find a pretty one, then? Good. Take some of that hostility out on her and stop giving the crew a heart attack every few hours." Uilon teased with a certain level of glee that should never accompany such predatory eyes.
Reaver's lips twisted into a devious smirk. "I'm getting too obvious, or perhaps you're getting too observant. Don't know if I should be worried about that or not. Either way, yes, I do believe I've found myself a little starlight gem to covet for a little while."
Uilon's eyes flashed, sparkling dangerously as he chuckled. No one in the crew supported Reaver and his exploits more firmly than him. That's why he was the first mate, after all. Besides, after so long with his friend's son, it was hard to be anything but hopelessly loyal to the man - not to mention he'd found their life of piracy quite lucrative and rewarding himself. Mainly - he just enjoyed seeing Esgaron happy. The price was irrelevant.
The dark-haired pirate handed off the items he'd purchased in the shop to his first mate with a quiet dismissal and then he headed off to take care of some business.
Hours later he found himself in the tavern, savoring the tingling adrenaline of his high, and the tempering of alcohol as he drank deeply of surprisingly good wine. He'd usually go for something a little stronger, but he had other plans tonight. From the moment the handsome stranger had walked in he'd found himself the center of all female attention. Much to the displeasure of several men.
While he flirted smoothly with those that were pretty enough, he only had thoughts for his true prize, which was taking longer to show up than he wished. As the night wore on, his easy smile took on a more and more dangerous edge, those green eyes flashing with dissatisfaction. Reaver could have any of these blithering harlots, but there was only one he wanted just then - he never lost the game - never.