Hanging with Drunken Stag and Torrid Whisper outside Copperbell.




Purple tights. Had to be done.




Mmmm... Hellsguard ladies... those shoulders....!




Evening in Costa del Sol. A chance encounter...




The call of the sea... the humming of wind sprites...




This one is trouble with a capital "T". No one who smiles like that can be less than mischievous...