The Keep

You know, life wasn't so bad with someone to share it with. Larkta was grateful for the company that Lodran gave her, and she enjoyed their time together. He treated her with affection, lavishing expensive gifts on her, filling her wardrobe past capacity. Most of their time was spent around the cities, discussing their favourite topics: Larkta's love of other cultures and Lodran's distaste for, well, most other cultures.

They found an organization that was able to offer them some form of protection and security, which Lodran figured was terribly important for the both of them, and in the evening, as the sun set, they both strut out of the city walls, leather clothing deep in the bottom of their bags, ready for another evening of, well, terrible things that best not be mentioned in polite company.

Lodran was powerful, you see, and was able to shift forms into a bear, swiping at their foe as Larkta took care of their gold and their back problems. They worked well together.

Even if Lodran was a little condescending and treated her sometimes as though she were his accessory, she didn't mind. It was just their public persona's anyways, and they connected on a much deeper level, especially in private. He knew how to treat a Lady Rogue like Larkta.

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She ran back to Silvermoon from the Ghostlands, her bags busting open at the seams as she spoke to the bank teller, trying to see how much more storage space she was allotted. Behind her, Lodran spoke, "Careful, mi'lady, that you aren't caught."

Larkta whipped around with a gasp. "Sir Lodr--" she paused, scanning the bank. "Sir Lodran?" the excitement in her voice had faded to confusion, "where are you?"

He spoke again, "that's hardly any way to be dressing in public."

"I.. I know!" she stammered, "I just arrived back from my work, and I haven't any place to change yet. Where are you?" she stepped away from the confused teller, walking around the pillars. Slowly, Lodran revealed himself, his fur golden, his body more similar to that of a cat than that of a bear or a bull. She gasped again, her eyes scanning over him, "Sir Lodran?" he nodded.

"Oh my!" she gushed, "I knew you were powerful, but this is astounding! You can hide in the shadows as well?! We'll..." she giggled self consciously, blushing deeply.

"Go get changed, mi'lady, and we'll talk."