As you return home from your latest quest, you find Calihye laying in your bed, dressed in a mostly see-through nightgown and looking at you with a seductive smile. Before you manage to step in, Parissus saunters into the picture, dressed only in her underwear. She kneels down next to Calihye and strokes her thigh lovingly before giving you an inviting glance.
Entreri’s heart skips a beat as his eyes widen in disbelief at the sight of Calihye before him. It shouldn’t be possible. She had been taken from him a lifetime ago. Yet here before him is the half-elf herself, the first individual whom, for him, made copulation something other than a simple act of physical release. His flinty gaze take in the sight of her long dark locks cascading about her, flowing over and gently accenting her feminine curves. He meets her dark eyes to see them beckoning him to join her. Her mouth turns upwards in an inviting smile, the scar that runs down her cheek and through her full lips dancing with the motion, making her visage all the more appealing. “Calihye,” he begins breathlessly, starting toward her, then stops as a stockier woman enters the scene. The assassin’s eyes widen in disbelief, not so much at the mostly unclad state of the other woman as in the fact that Calihye’s beloved friend is there in the first place. “Calihye’s beloved, deceased friend,” Entreri reminds himself as he ruefully thinks of the situation that he had no small measure of responsibility in.
The assassin stares hypnotically at the tantalizing scene of the two women for a few heartbeats before shaking himself free of his trance. Rage flows through his veins, rage summoned by the pain threatening to fill his heart to instead raise high the defensive walls around his vulnerable core. Growling as he snaps his blades into his hands, the angry man hisses, “What trickery is this?” He knows that it is no dream, as such fanciful delusions have long stopped haunting him, save when caused by the interference of external forces. Entreri grits his teeth. “How dare they?” he fumes silently. How dare they, whoever they are, to look so deeply into his heart and dangle this atrocity before him in an effort to tempt him off his guard? It is unacceptable and unforgivable, and the embittered assassin has every intention of finding out who is responsible so as to ensure that he or she pays for this heinous display with the destruction of his or her own soul.