Finding an Accord (Naama)

[Rhuryc]

"I'm partial to hammering the anvil." If he had anymore cheese he'd be able to smother himself in it. He bit off some kind of half laugh as Naama drew him up and they found themselves outside. Huh. Mug in hand, Rhuryc took a minor lead and took the both of them around to the side of the tavern where he stopped, took a wide glance around, then smiled. In a rush he pinned the woman against the wall and grabbed at her hips, pressing his body against hers and leaning forward. His touch was coarse, rugged, yet gentle in its own way; the calloused hands rough and strong, like he could crush anything should he wish it. He kissed her. Passionate, hot, there was an obvious lack of romance and in it's place was a raw, carnal desire. Just a warm up. Rhuryc separated himself from the woman and turned about, his trek continuing about the building and to the back where he ascended a set of aging stairs. He did away with what was left in his mug and opened one of the doors, mock bowing and extending a hand for Naama's entrance. "M'lady, your suite." He followed her in and gestured about the expanse, motioning to the window, the desk and chair, and finally the bed. It was about as dull as anything. The only items of note were the large pack choked full of various gear, the discarded shield and various other tidbits one would except for a vagabond. "Luxurious if I do say so myself."