Lord Phil has his eye on a certain young lady, who would soon be swayed by his charming words.
  �Excuse me, good lady,� Phil said to a beautiful young woman, sitting at a table next to him. She had long, shinning hair that was as white as the first snows of winter. The woman�s skin was smooth like satin and the rich, tanned color of a southerner. Her eyes caught the young man�s attention the most though; those eyes were the color of a polished emerald and contained the spark of someone who enjoyed life. Phil was simply enchanted by such a woman.
  �Yes, milord?� the young lady replied with a musical voice that reminded Phil of some legendary singer.
  �I was just wondering something,� The young man said. Phil himself was quite handsome and was a renowned storyteller, not to mention a sweet talker. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes that usually contained a spark of mischief.
  �Oh, and what�s that?� the green eyed woman said.
  �I was once told by a man that angels sometimes walked the earth, but I wasn�t sure I believed him. As soon as I saw you though, I was a believer.� The woman blushed and Phil continued, �So I was wondering, and decided to ask if you were trying to fool us all with some kind of mortal act, because I must say that you look divine.�
  �Your good,� the woman replied still blushing.
  �Could I have the name of the person who owns such a good looking face,� Phil asked as he continued the conversation.
  �I would be Alias Moonflower,� the white haired lady answered with pride.
  �A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I am Phil and also have been called Lord Phil because of my status in the Odura house,� Phil said with a practiced ease that comes from introducing yourself a lot.
  �Then I have heard of you. My father speaks highly of your house�s network of cloth shops,� Alias said.
  �It is true that we have many stores, but I am not important. I would like to know something about you. Tell me, what is your favorite color?� Phil questioned pleasantly.
  �I would have to say red,� Alias answered with little thought.
  �And I would have to say that not even a perfect red rose in all it�s beauty could even come close to matching the majestic magnificence of your face. I believe red is the color of a noble woman when she has become more lovely than any other.�
  After this Alias�s face was nearly as red as the sparkling red wine that she was drinking this night. But nonetheless, Phil continued.
  �I was also wondering what is your favorite flower,� the young lord asked her, still standing by the table and now had everyone in the tavern�s attention.
  �A wild flower,� the green-eyed woman spoke softly.
  �Wild flowers can bloom anywhere and resist nearly any weather. I must say that the loveliness that you carry in your shapely body is like that of wild flowers, it cannot be suppressed by the hard times of life, and it will shine through the ugliness of this rundown city. Your beauty is something everyone enjoys and all wish that they could take you home and put you in their own gardens so they could enjoy it everyday without sharing with anyone else.�

  Just then a big hand grabbed the young man�s shoulder and turned him about with a quick jerk. Phil stood face to face with a large man that was not smiling, but quite angry.
  �Can I help you good sir?� Phil asked with friendly voice and small smile.
  �Yeah, you can stand still why I slice your head from your shoulder�s for hitting on my wife like that,� the large man said while he brandished his hand axe for emphasis.
  Phil looked to the woman who was frowning but kept quiet, then back to the man still holding his shoulder and gulped.

  That night the young Odura noble could be seen running as fast as he could out of a small tavern, known as the Golden Keg.