"Trust me Zeke it takes a lot to scare me. I've spent most of my life living in the underdark. I've seen surface dwellers go mad with fear down there sometimes. Although I'd imagine the two of you could survive down there." Sover said stretching. "As to your point Arlin. You are right. We do have complimentary skill sets. Perhaps working together would be in everyone's benefit."

He laughed and nodded. "I know I can't scare ye Sover, but most men haven't seen what ye have, am I right?" he asked with a wink. "And Arlin, don't be tryin' that trick on me, I've already accepted ye, I don't need any more 'persuasion'." He then cleared his throat. "It wasn't no magic trick I used, either, it's simply a knife throw, but it is persuasion enough for most, wouldn't ye say?" he said with another laugh. "Ah well, we best be gettin' you boys in clean pants before the room absorbs the scent and smells like this forever, wouldn't you boys say? Hmm?"

“Heh heh yes very beneficial…” Arlin said seemingly in his own world for a moment. “Oh… I’m very sorry, I do have a bit of a greedy side, but no matter, good comrades are worth more then all the gold on this plane and beyond.” Arlin said with a calm smirk. “And I won’t Zeke, as long as it’s not needed, after all, I can do far more then trick the weak minded with these strings, I have a full symphony of magical tunes don’t soon forget it.” Arlin said trying to emphasize his skill in front of the notably intimidating Assassin. Though the last comment caught him of guard as he started to blush a little bit. “S- Sure enough” Arlin said trying to maintain his cool demeanor as he leaped up from the chair, still a bit red as his diaper made a squishy sound.

"Don't worry Zeke I wouldn't dream of invader your mind or yours Arlin. A person's mind is a sanctuary if they respect it. You both seem to. I only manipulate those to choose to be ignorant bigoted idiotes." Sover said playing with some blue fire floating above his hand which scurried about his hand in the shape of a rabbit. "My lil brother loves this trick. Now at any rate your right. Best get changed now before I leak further." Sover nodded standing up. "Want a hand Arlin? It's always easier to change someone else then to change yourself."

He smiled and nodded. "Glad you boys came to reason." he said with a chuckle, his own diaper squishing but he tried to hide it as best he could. "Who first, hmm? Eenie meenie miney moe..." he started to chant with a smile, obviously teasing them.

Arlin clapped a little at Sover’s trick “I’ll have to show you a few of mine sometime” Arlin said smiling, but then the subject went back to changing. He hadn’t HAD a change since he demanded his parents to stop. “THa- That’s okay, I’ll be happy to help you though.” Arlin said sounding just a bit nervous, and then glancing at Ezekiel his face turning red, the cool half elf showing a slightly different side.

Sover laughed lightly and sensed your unease at the thought of being changed. He wasn't actively searching minds but strong emotions always rang through to him. "Alright we'll see what tricks you can do later. Sure I could use a hand and go first if you don't mind. But you sure you don't want a hand yourself? I'm a pretty experienced hand at it and messy changes are the hardest to do yourself." Sover told him. He had the stray thought of thinking this half elf was a bit like his brother in being selectively shy like this.

He winked at Arlin knowingly, sensing his shyness. "You sure you don't want a hand? We're more than happy to help..." he replied simply and walked over to them, squishing but trying to hide it. He folded his arms and waited.

[sorry that my recent posts are so short, my cold is blocking my creativeness from working at the moment.]

Selectively shy, Sover was sure able to hit the half elves feeling right on the head. The usually cool customer was starting to catch on his feeling had been found, which was almost insulting to the strong witted elf. “ I…I supposes your right….” Arlin said sheepishly as he stepped back a bit. “So….who’s first, and um…. Who’s doing who?” Arlin questioned, his usual confidence shattered within this particular moment, the Slick elf feeling like the child he was when he was first “Gifted” with this handicap.

"Alright then Arlin. Well I'll be changing you if you'd like. As for who goes first. If it makes you feel more comfortable I'll let you change me first." Sover offered with a slight smile. He could feel the shyness and nervousness coming off Arlin in waves. He'd once been like that but since then had learned to get over it. Of course he helped that he could actually read minds when he wanted to aside from just sensing feelings which was automatic for him.

(And that's Ok Blackfire. Hope you get better soon.)

[As do I lol]

Ezekiel watched with a smile. "So, we have a minstrel, a mage, and a demonic thief, nice group if I do say so myself." he said with a chuckle. He set his hands on the top of the bedpost, resting his chin atop them and looked at the other two, admittedly a bit bored at how quiet it's gotten. "So uh...kinda quiet. Anyone wanna tell a story? I myself am a bit bored...and it would help out little Arlin a bit I'd guess." he said with a wink towards the suddenly-shy elf boy.

“I… I supposes, Um, you can just lay on the bed.” Arlin said, his ego seemingly broken for the time being. He walked over the room’s bed, glancing over at Ezekiel. “A story would be interesting, anyone have anything in mind? Wait…. Hey don’t patronize me!” Arlin said turning a different shade of red his cheeks puffing out a bit.

Sover laughed at Arlin's expression as he laid down on the bed and opened up his pouch of holding and pulled out a fresh diaper, wipes, and powder. "Well if it's a story you guys want I've got a few if you'd like to hear. Living in the underdark it's impossible not to have a least a few."

Name:Ski' larina
Age:400
Gender:female
Species:Elf
Rank: Necromancer
Weapons:Dagger of damnation.
Diaper status:thickly padded
Appearance:she usually wears a cloak with a skull broach and thats it with a little bra strap over her breasts. her skin is pale and her hair a platinum blonde. her eyes are as red as the blood of her foes.
Bio:Ski' larina has had a troubled past. she grew up being raised by a necromantic cult. after a horrible puppet master made the entire cult commit mass suicide he took her under his wing and made her one of his own personal assasins. now forced to be an assasin she is on a new assignment to kill a group of hero's.

Ski 'larina walks through the inn and glances around the upstairs. she found the room that the others were in and used a spell to peek inside at what they were doing. she was very stealthy when doing this.

Ezekiel laughed again. "Sorry, couldn't help meself. You forgive me, right?" he asked with a wink towards Arlin again. "Story would be quite nice, I'd like that..." he said and continued to lean on the bedpost a bit, as if it was a staff. His smile faded a bit as he sensed something ... wrong nearby. He decided to wait for a bit longer to see if it was just a fluke or not. "Hmm...what kinda stories you got Sover?" Zeke asked.