Seductive Rogue of the Night: A Tale of Deception and Forbidden Desire The Rogue * * * * Were you to look up the definition of the word scoundrel, I'm sure you'd come across an image of one Sarah Kettar. As beautiful as she is devious-- and rest assured, she is quite beautiful-- I'm convinced Isira herself blushed when she made this half-elven harbinger of chaos and lust. Some of the other members of the temple have taken to sending their teenage children to Glowlight on the other end of the continent. There is talk of her being a succubus but whatever the case, beware her charms, brother, she is not all she appears. -Byson Tyrel * * * * Sarah had first gotten a glimpse of the man following her when she strolled past one of the reagent shops in the old quarter. He was taller than her half-elven frame, distinctly human with broad shoulders and a cut jaw scarred from too many knife fights. He carried himself with purpose and a certain kind of swagger that told her he probably wasn't alone. At first she'd been willing to dismiss it, but the closer she got to the Primrose, the more she was beginning to wonder about him. Was he one of the dragon's agents? Had they finally found her? No, that was silly, she had been careful. She stopped at a man's flower stand and purchased a carnation for her date, paying for it with one of the gold coins she still hadn't had a chance to smelt down. It was minted in the shape of a roaring dragon’s body coiled around a screaming elven maiden. Even though she only carried a hand full on her, she had a lot more. Stored in various caches around the city. Sarah made a show of smelling the carnation, drinking in its scent, all the while glancing towards the man out of the corner of her vision. He was watching her from between two carts parked outside of a small mausoleum. How horribly appropriate. She tucked the carnation into her form fitting silk vest and continued down the street towards her destination. The sun was going to be setting soon and already the upper crust of the city were preparing for night with their usual flair for the dramatic and, occasionally, ridiculous evening wear. …but everything was about to change
