Hakeshna's Night of Delights, or so some of the locals called it.
The town was alive with festivity and drinking and the sounds of drums and flutes being played all throughout. A small town in the desert, away from the larger city of Essyrn, the people here reveled in the small festivities they created for the rest of the town. The town itself had everything they needed, a tavern, a brothel, a temple, and was just as good as any other big city.
And it was a nice enough distraction, being here in the desert, in a small town far off most beaten trails. Natanyl generally didn't wander this far south, but it was better to have an idea of the terrain and surrounding hoodoos and badlands for himself. Y'know just in case he had to venture out to one of them. Towns had their flare, but eventually the hum drum of people made him bored and he'd rather still himself in a chilly canyon inlet at night than trying to snuggle up in some thin linens in a filthy alleyway.
He was a dark elf, hardy still, a mage at that and didn't follow the traditions set by his kin. Natanyl followed his own path, no matter where that led him. And for now, it was this paltry settlement.
As it was, the festivities had grown a little boring. Natanyl had found a pretty face and snogged on it, shagged in a haystack, and drank enough wine to damn well do a full 180. Thankfully, the wine was just about wearing off by now and the triples had turned to doubles, and so on and so forth. Natanyl was calming down, and this town seemed less iffy about a foreigner wandering around their territory. And although it might have seemed as if he was out of his element, the contrary couldn't have been truer. But it was too bad the next piece of ass he saw was not the ass he thought it was.
Or even as it wasn't, Natanyl was too buzzed to give a shit, as he squeezed the ass of the temple priest's wife and the resulting yelp had their bodyguard chasing after him. Realizing his mistake almost a little too late, had Natanyl throwing up a fistful of sand from a sack on his belt and momentarily blinding him while he made his escape.
The ankuman lunged over a food stand and rolled and ducked into an alleyway. A few twists and turns here and there and he almost full on collided with another body in a dirty linen shirt. Natanyl rubbed his head, pushing himself up to his feet and casually dusted himself up. His eyes narrowed, inspecting the other man in front of him. "Well, hello there friend. Sorry to knock you off your feet like that," he apologized and grinned over the stranger. He reached a hand down to pluck them off the ground with ease.
He was fairly strong, athletically built and kept their hands gripped together as he smiled back to the stranger and shook their hands before releasing. "You shouldn't be missing out on the fun. There's a whole party going on out there. Why are you hiding back here?"
