Fang Regalthorne

The crash of waves, the call of seabirds, the gentle hush of the wind... each sound seems to blend seamlessly with the shifting of sand beneath his feet as he moves through each kata form, the easy flow of his body centering him with each familiar motion. It had been years since the Temple, since he'd been a true monk of Ilmater, but the forms never left him... the sounds of the tavern above call to him, making his heart race as he takes a breath, golden eyes opening to stare up at the blue sky.

"Thank you for another day, Lord of Compassion." He turns, ears twitching atop his head when he sees them, the small form coming down the stairs from the tavern to the beach, two mugs in hand. Tail twitching, he watches as they close in on him, a smile on their face as they offer him the mug. So he was their target, hmm?

"How can I help you, kitten? Did you come simply to stare at the most handsome monk in the city? Or did you come for my... blessing?" His tone had shifted from haughty to seductive by the end, the innuendo clear as day. He had no problem giving them his God's blessing... or his own, more private kind.