Learning How To Kiss

Varlen, the dark elf.

The kind of man who guided mischief around like a barking dog.

Someone who, beneath the black skin and flowing white hair, stared through people with two hundred years of lived experience and wisdom, the kind of wisdom that one could only find in dark-alley underworlds.

And he knew how to perform the Drain Kiss.

"Ahem. I'm a friend of Navarro's, here for an interesting chat."

Rav chose his words carefully, not wanting to reveal too much, nor scare him away.

Varlen huffed and said something vulgar under his breath.

"Come in. There are prying eyes everywhere."

He coaxed Rav and Ezra into the room, and closed the door behind them.