Though they draw several curious looks, the odd group settled quietly into a table, and, amid several pints of stout, shared their equally unusual tales. As each of the companions revealed the events that drew them to Silverymoon, they all began to share the unspoken questions Aeron had pondered earlier, and he began to wonder if he was really being so vane to believe that there was some destiny awaiting him. But with the night drawing on, and the conversation turning to bawdy innuendoes about Faeryl’s religious rites, Aeron bid good night to the others. Still preoccupied by the image of beautiful moon elf he had encountered earlier, and wondering if there was some destiny awaiting him, would it be kind enough to bring her back to him, he opened the door to his room and froze at the sight before him. There, lounging on the bed was the very beauty that haunted his thoughts, the light from the hallway bathing her glorious, naked form. “Well… are you going to invite the whole place to join us, or are you going to close the door?” Nykira asked sarcastically. Still unsure if his mind was playing tricks on him, Aeron stumbled thought the threshold and closed the door behind him. With his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness, he barely saw the object she tossed to him in time to catch it… the purse he had given her earlier, still partial filled with coins. “What…?” Aeron stammered, his mind finally starting to accept that this was real. “I was hungry,” Nykira explained casually, as she slip off the bed and moved toward him. “I heard what the dwarf said,” she stated in a cold tone. “Isn’t this the “compensation” you expected in return?” she fanned out her arms in mock invitation. “No!” Aeron replied in shock, although he could not stop his eyes from roaming across her wondrous, slender figure. “I didn’t expect anything… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!” A wicked smile grew on Nykira’s lips as she recognizing the honesty in his answer. “Then I guess this is an unexpected reward,” she cooed, as her arms circled his neck and drew his lips to hers. The daughter of a Forgotten Realms’ noble moon elven house’s Silver Marches branch that waned to near extinction after the fall of Myth Drannor, but has risen rapidly with the end of the Retreat, Nykira was never the proper elf-lady her station demanded, preferring archer and sword-play to the courtly arts. Fleeing a life of comfort and wealth in Everlund to avoid a marriage arranged to seal a business partnership for the thrill of adventure she found herself drawn into the Table of Five by a bond with Aeron Dardragon which she cannot fully define. Daring beyond foolhardiness, her impulsiveness has often led her, and her companions, into trouble. But despite her lax view of the laws of men, she serves the greater good instinctively, facing both life and death with capricious humor. A rogue and peerless archer, Nykira’s bow, Syl, is an ancient, powerful and sentient, magical weapon with its own personality and intelligence which urges her to oppose evil, while trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to restrain her impulsive whims. Credits: Victoria 4.2, Baline Hair by AprilYSH & Dragonworld: Wildenlander by Luthbel from DAZ, VAMP Nyte Elf by Vex & Adiene & Signs of the World by outoftouch from Renderosity.