Audric Radley's Story

Audric walked down the cobblestone streets of the Village, smiling at the human women that looked his way. He knew he was good-looking, and very wealthy, and he flaunted it well. The sun shining down on the Earth made Audric's skin seem to shimmer, it's warm tones making a stark contrast to his light, blue-green eyes. His shirt hung pretty loosely, the neckline low, showing off his large, toned chest. But this was strange for him, because he normally wore clothes that fit him more properly. He reached up and scratched his chin, where deep, black hair grew in neatly. He didn't just get lustful looks, he also got dirty, negative ones. Audric, you see, is also very, very tall. He intimidates people easily because of this.

Walking a bit further down, he pushed open the door to the local bakery. His face instantly warmed at the smell of bread, and sweets and he smiled, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth. Audric stepped up to the counter, watching the small woman work on kneading some dough. "Hello there, lovely. What've you got for sale?" He waited for her to look up at him, a smile still held on his handsome face.

Nerissa's eyes were closed as she kneaded the dough, humming a light tune. She heard the light 'ring as the bakery door opened, but kept her eyes on her work. She heard the figure's heavy footsteps with her keen ears -obvuously a male-, and could feel the heart radiating off of the man's body.

"Hello there, lovely. What've you got for sale?" At this comment, Nerissa lifted her head, crimson eyes narrowed. She came face-to-face with a rediculously handsome male, a bright smile apon his angled face. She had met many men in her time, and her expression barely wavered at the man's looks. Nerissa raised an eyebrown slighty, pulling her hands from the dough, whiping them off with a cloth. The man seemed cocky, overly so. Nerissa guided her over to a specific case of assorted breads and cakes.

'Well, everything in here in under 6 bits." She said, pointing at the case. She shuffled over to one next to it, filled with even more cakes. "And these are 7 bits each." Nerissa took out a small sugar pastery, walking over to the man.

"Here," She said, placing it in the man's hand. "Try it." She watching, waiting for the man's reaction. They were usually the same, a slight gasp, a broad smile. In short, she was good at what she did. And the whole village knew it.

"Well?"