<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>The woman who came up to him was not like anything he had seen before. A goblin, working as a waitress, with long pink hair. Not only that but she didn't hold the same roughness or the unpleasing characteristics most goblins he had seen before did. No, she was a spritely thing and full of spunk. He had seen her when she begun to walk in his direction from the bar, and had quickly assessed her just as she did him. She held no visible weapons, but could be hiding one. His rationality brought to reason that if she had one, it would be small. He held no doubts that she was there for anything but to speak to him, and his eyes met hers as she approached the table, and stayed on for a moment as she sat down.<br/><br/>She was looking out towards the tavern just as she was, and he was wondering what it was she was getting at. Quickly though, as she begun to speak he knew she had only done the mock in jest. Smother men with her boobs, that was an interesting idea. He looked at her until she looked back at him, where his eye met hers. They were practically shining with her own amusement. If he had to admit it, she was keeping him interested. But his suspicions weren't held with those already in the tavern, he was looking for any emerging into it. He said nothing for a moment, until she gave him that smirk. She meant no harm.<br/><br/>His arms relaxed, hands still together on the table.<strong>"A single person can turn any place dangerous. I was looking for anyone who I might recognize."</strong>The reasons supplanted were only half truths. He doubted anyone here would be a foe of his and knew that he was not followed into the city, much less the tavern. But the tavern was missing someone and although he was curious to know where the wild girl had gone he didn't want to put her off so quickly.<strong>"For now... I suppose a mug of Acerglyn Mead will be good. But I don't need it so soon."</strong>