Baelric Goldsong

The dulcet tones of his voice ring through the Caress, charming patron and whore alike, their eyes glued to him. As they always were, when he paid his favorite haunt a visit. He wasn't here for pleasure, at least not yet. No, Sune had summoned him here once more, wanting to meet with him.

"Goddesses, always so needy. But so damn sweet... besides Lolth, that frigid spider bitch. Last time I pay a visit to the Underdark for a long while." He watches the crowd, looking for the familiar divine woman who he owed his immortality to. The price of his perfect youth? His seed. He knows, he knows. He was such a giver. The song ends and he bows, stepping down off the stage with a swager that only years and countless satisfied lovers could produce. He was that good and he knew it, why not flaunt it? That's when he notices them, sitting at the bar, their eyes the only ones in the room not on him. Curious.

"Madame, a drink? I've worked up quite a thirst. Many, in fact." His voice is deep, seductive, charming as he sits beside them, purple eyes tracking down their body like a caress... he licks his lips, unable to help it. "The name is Baelric, yes that Baelric... and who might you be, darling?"