Kalamir has been silent until now, a courier always knew when it was best to be heard and when it was best not to be. He had never gotten along with Favian Brood particularly well and allowing his fellows to do the talking seemed prudent. The job seemed a good one, albeit dangerous.
Now inside The Temple of Ostentatious Delights he finds himself once again out of his element. He was a classicly handsome elf, graceful, long limbed, taller, stronger of jaw, and broader of chest and shoulder then many human men, with a smile that melted hearts and eyes green as the forest itself. Of course his more human features meant many other elves thought him unpleasing to the eye. Still, having to pay for pleasure was not something he worried about.
He keeps his long cloak wrapped tightly around him in an attempt to conceal his weaponry and armour and sits across from the madam, taking a moment to brush the long black hair from his eyes.
He smiles at her and offers his respect "It's really quite an establishment you have here. Most places here in Eventide just let themselves go. You must have many wealthy clients to keep things in such a shape, which is even more impressive."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
He considers how he might get a glimpse of some of the coin flowing through this place, what they were looking for would be easy to identify and signs of it being spent would suggest amateur thieves.
