Find a room
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Revision as of 03:10, 29 December 2008
Dez turned down the long hall, looking for an open door, an unclaimed room. He found one about halfway down the hall, between rooms claimed by Jan Besteth and Pharis Athamae, respectively. He pressed his palm to the door, his skin glowing momentarily silver, and when he brought his hand away, his name was delicately engraved in the wood.
After shedding his traveling cloak and making use of the bathroom, Dez stepped back out into the hall and pulled his door shut behind him. He supposed it was time to make his entrance to the dining hall, to engage his colleagues in vicious banter and veiled insults. That was why usually tried to arrive no more than fifteen minutes before the food was served. He hated these people.
No, he had to take that back. The majority of the mages were unbearable, but a few were tolerable. Jan and Pharis, for example, were nice enough if they wanted something from you. Naeven Sactaren was okay, a bit cold and distant, but who wasn't? Issa Soren was a bitch, but he supposed she had to be. It couldn't be easy to be one of three women mages in a room full of horny men. Dez had never had the displeasure of her company, as he himself preferred men, but he knew a lot the mages felt differently.
As he started back down the hall, a hoarse, breathless cry sounded from behind Jan's door. Dez paused to listen. It sounded like he was getting fucked good. He was tempted to take a look, but knew he really ought to head for the dining hall.
Dez should...
