"Why don't you find a friend to keep her company?" Harwood suggested.Looking irate, Mason walked over to Sierra and spoke a few quiet words in her ear... The woman shed her robe and joined Grace. Each danced in their own space but cast one another sultry glances from time to time."Happy now?" Mason spat, aggrieved at having to indulge his unwelcome guest."For now," Harwood replied, easing out of his chair and taking up position beside the stage to observe the naked pair more closely."Get them to. “I am not doing anything today,” she said, then took the glass he offered her,”but I can´t see how this could be relevant to my studies…Then she drifted away. Stu gulped the wine down, then followed her. She was standing not 2 feet from his ex wife. He said a quick good bye to the later, then went up on the pavement and lit the second cigarette of the day. It was getting dark now. When the door of the gallery opened again, he began walking slowly down towards the train station, where it would. There's a college one state over that has a sociology scholarship for you, not that you care for the subject. You'll just milk it however you can while you figure something out... the only problem is, you will be moving away from everything you know.What did you care about here-?Well, it's mostly you; you're a good looking guy, a little over six feet tall. You have dyed black hair and masculine, slightly gaunt facial features. You wore a lot of plaid or checkerboard stuff, skinny jeans, studded. When I put them on they shimmered and shrank to fit my feet and I slipped the dagger into the top of the right boot. I moved to the swords and looked at each before touching. I slowly lifted a slim silver one that had a slight curve. The pommel was in the shape of a dragon's head with red glowing rubies for eyes.I took the chain belt and put it over my right shoulder and attached it to the left hip. I slipped the sword back into the sheath and started to leave. I froze when I saw the bows in.