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Ivo very much got excited at the prospect. His tail went from a slow wag of pleasure to fast wag of excitement. "Ya sure? I would love nothin' more!" He exclaimed with pure joy as he moved and lifted her up in a hug. It took him a moment and a spin before he put her down again. He did remember...

With a squeeze of a paw and words that fully reinforced Ivo's line of thought, beaming with joy he entered into the Dancing Lily. He did learn quickly to ignore funny looks given him and Marianna, especially when he was with her. Alone, he would bother stabbing them with precise quips, but now...

I ask for a few changes to Ivo! Spending 25k points on a few skills... New Physical: Fighting Style: Shurikens, Novice (1) Updated Mental: -Trade: City Planner, Trained (2) up to Proficient (3) -Knowledge: City Familiarity, Proficient (3) up to Seasoned (4) New Mental: -Trade: Artist (Drawing)...

Ivo took Marianna's paw and got up with her. His other arm was useless, but he could manage walking without much issue at least. He however did one thing before moving to the window. He picked the dagger he had dropped earlier and gave it to Marianna, then, he pulled the other one from the head...

With all the packages they now had, clothes, weapons, trinkets... literature and toys, Ivo guided the two towards the Dancing Lily. He felt okay leaving things at Marianna's place to pick them up later, and there was no point in carrying them all if they were to continue to explore the place. Or...

Ivo took a long look at the ferret and their claw before standing up with a sigh. "See, ya could've jus' tell us t' go. Coercion only works an' makes sense when ya know who yer tryin' to scare." After taking a second to memorize both beasts to the last strand of fur, Ivo chuckled however and...

Ivo had to consider his options now. He was an information broker, not a storyteller. Yes, he knew a lot and about a lot, but it didn't translate exactly into the best stories. One thing was certain, he would not speak his own. If Grubbage wanted a story of survival, he would get one, but not...

Ivo was about to thank for a story that, while didn't bring him much revelations, was for sure good to know. Especially as this was a story about what could be his future father and mother-in-law. It was worth knowing the beasts, even if they were dead. It did already make him see the...

Ivo, while still on his way to the table, gestured too at the tavern hand. "Scotch, gin an' dash of ground black pepper with sum lemon." He wasn't at a fancy place, but they surely had all those things. And with the fact he would just buy one of those, his wallet wouldn't hurt too much...

Ivo was ready to accept the bargain, but the bar went silent and he knew it was not a good idea to speak now. Yet to sit down, he looked at the fat rat who entered the place. Ivo knew him, he always did remember beasts easily. It was Grubbage, a pawnshop owner from that evening he met Aramaeus...

Marianna threw herself at the attacker with a primal fury. This alone ensured Ivo that his trust in her was not misplaced. She fought for him fiercely, wildly, relentlessly. And that short moment when she did what damage she could with her teeth and fangs alone was well needed for Ivo to recover...

Ivo stumbled into the Bilge. He was never trying to avoid this place, but it usually had so much going for it, he just couldn't work there easily. Especially as his work required at least a modicum of secrecy. Something impossible to be found in this place... But it was also the place in the...

Ivo cursed and promptly started running with Marianna. He knew the opera building to the dot from the various plans he saw. And as such, after a moment, he took it upon himself to guide them two through the convoluted corridors, trying to both make it hard to be followed and trying to reach an...

Ivo considered the offer, he wasn't per se an artist in a typical manner, he was doing maps and sketches true but... he never seen them as true art. More as attempts at it or way to memorise things, or glimpses into what he could do if his life went differently. "Yer too kind love. Am no artist...

Iva for their part just flashed a grin and played into the role. “I suppose I got me some of that feminine intuition.” She broke into a small giggle before continuing. “It is refreshing to be cared for and care for someone else than myself.” She gave a small peck to Marianna before taking a good...