<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Boxer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Early morning/ in a bucket in the back of the Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt<br/><br/><em>"Heiyady-diedy didoy iaidi di diday!"</em>The soft echoing voice of a man sounded form the inside of an empty trashcan near the washroom at the Vine and Horn. It was early morning at least that's what it smelt like. The singing man wasn't fully sure about the time, but all he did know was it was time to sing from safely inside his can bed!<em>"Oh ididdiedididiedeedo do die!"</em>It was also unclear how he wound up in his trashcan bed. He was drinking last night...then...he...wasn't...then he was...and lastly he wasn't, then he woke up singing in his trashcan bed.<br/><br/>Not many had come to the washroom yet. He man in the trashcan could tell...everything smelled like lemons still...at least he though that was lemon. Maybe it was strawberry...or roast beef. He could use from roast beef, he was supposed to get some last night from a Half Orc Half Goblin girl named Zi-Zi. But he found the trashcan first and the trashcan was comfy. And it had such a wonderful echo.<em>"Ohhi deedidee dooddiddly die. S'are has I swit skie in dimmonds snd dimmonz in kies!"</em>The man began waving his arms about as if directing a full chorus orchestra with his singing. He had nearly reached the crescendo when he felt a pair of strong hands pull him gently from the can and hoist him up onto slender shoulders.  "Oh Mista Yokun, what you doin in de trash bucket?" The exasperated young server said as she half carried half dragged the tall human away from the washroom.<br/><br/>Yokun hiccupped finally remembering how feet worked as he began helping the Half-Breed move him.<em>"I swas in a bucket?"</em><br/><br/>The young woman sighed grabbing onto his belt to keep him up. "Ya Mista Yokun, why was you in de bucket?"<br/><br/>Yokun let out a short barking laugh.<em>"Yeeaaahhhhh."</em><br/><br/>Another sigh. "Why was you in de bucket?"<br/><br/>Confusion raced across his tanned face.<em>"I twas in a bucket?"</em><br/><br/>The woman shook he head aiming for the nearest table to dump her drunken friend off at. "Ya Mista Yokun you was in de bucket. But why was you in de bucket?"<br/><br/>Once more all Yokun did was laugh.<em>"Yeah." </em><br/><br/>Seeing the conversation going no where she gave a soft pant and dropped the fighter at the table besides a small white Kobold. "I is zorry Mista Risppt. Him just too heavy fa me to carry far. I be back wif help, just keepa him from fallin' off chair plez?" The pretty server said before darting away heading for a table with a couple of big woodworkers to help her move him to a bed somewhere.<br/><br/>Once he was gone Yokun swayed in his seat before grabbing onto the edge of the table to keep himself up. Looking about he spied his tablemate and leaned cautiously forward eying the small lizard through on blurry eye.<em> "Iz you a real Kobo-thingy? I shee them heveeywehre, but dhey not sususlly real. Zhey steal ma shocks!"</em>There was shuffled under the table before Yokun pulled his scuffed and torn black boot up dumping it onto the floor to show there was no sock inside. "Zee!" He said as if it was the crime of the century.<br/><br/>He had a snap pf lucidity at what might look like he was accusing the Kobold present of sock shenanigans. So putting his boot back he held up his grimy hands peacefully.<em>"No hat Iz acuusing you o slock bandihree my fine Kobo-zhingy, but one of ze not heel kobo-hingys!"</em>He dramatically pointed in the general direction of the front door though the way his hand moved he might've been accusing one that was living in the wall above the door.