Of Demigods & Dirty Old Men

"Sir...Kineada...my eyes, they are up here..." Enmach said in a peeved tone.

"Hmmm? Oh yes, yes, you have lovely eyes my dear..." Kineada replied, pretending to be distracted by Enmach's not-entirely-unpleasing figure, and ample bosom.

In reality, he was trying to take in as much of his surroundings as he could. Kineada had learned long ago that when being given a guided tour of a place, it was quite often the things that were NOT pointed out were of the most interest.

As it was, his chance encounter with Sanria was proving to lead to quite the adventure indeed. He had travelled the Realms far and wide, yet never heard of nor encountered any beings such as these 'Rilmani', and he was quite curious to learn what he could of them. He just preferred that such learning be on his own terms...

"If we could carry on, there is much still we'd like you to see," Enmach said, the tone of her voice beginning to take a slight exasperated edge.

"Indeed, indeed...feel free...I shall be looking at your behin...err..I mean, I shall be right behind you," Kineada deadpanned, sweeping his arm out and the rest of him presenting her a low bow.

"Yes, well, as you can see over here we have..." Enmach began speaking again as Kineada nodded his head and did his best to appear attentive to her words. Kin couldn't shake the feeling that life, his especially, was about to get a lot more interesting.