That's me, both counts. And you're the one with the fancy horns.
[He stands up proper. Eskel casually looks Molly over, appreciating that lithe form and the confidence he carries it with. And, of course, the curve of the horns atop his head and everything decorating them. Their curve accentuated Molly's face, making a sort of gilded frame.]
[Molly is the most literally colourful person he's ever seen; Eskel looks impressed.]
[The bow and tail flick tug his smirk a little wider. Eskel isn't much of a showman himself, but he at least nods his head in return before offering his hand for a shake.] Well met. See you've come well-equipped. [He indicates toward the paddock with his head.] Step on in.
[As he heads into the paddock with Molly, a question comes to mind.] You one of those tieflings? Like Even and Oran?
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[He stands up proper. Eskel casually looks Molly over, appreciating that lithe form and the confidence he carries it with. And, of course, the curve of the horns atop his head and everything decorating them. Their curve accentuated Molly's face, making a sort of gilded frame.]
[Molly is the most literally colourful person he's ever seen; Eskel looks impressed.]
[The bow and tail flick tug his smirk a little wider. Eskel isn't much of a showman himself, but he at least nods his head in return before offering his hand for a shake.] Well met. See you've come well-equipped. [He indicates toward the paddock with his head.] Step on in.
[As he heads into the paddock with Molly, a question comes to mind.] You one of those tieflings? Like Even and Oran?