<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/23/20150123163818-e206da6e-2s.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain 'Ethan' Stoutly (http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Ethan.pdf)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The battle had not ended for the good captain when the fighting was over, in fact he'd not rested, he'd been too busy inspecting the area, speaking with surviving troops, ensuring they were fed, and dealing with the details, and had realized as the sun had risen that he'd not slept overnight. He'd not had time for that bath or cleaning up. Such was the life of a commanding officer. He'd never had respect for officers that retreated to their tents or quarters and left subordinates to deal with the details. He was a hands-on, take charge sort of officer, and if his men needed to eat and sleep, or medical attention or burial details, he would see to it before his own needs. Such was the way of today. In fact, he didn't remember eating dinner, so likely breakfast was dinner for him.<br/><br/>Such was the situation when Myra decided he needed some cleaning up.<br/><br/>She would know the hair and beard were an unruly mess at all times. It was just the way his body was. Short of cutting it (which he would not) it simply had a mind of it's own. In battle it gave him a berserker's appearance, which tended to help.<br/><br/>Uh, sure, I mean, you're going to anyway, so you might as well he said, chuckling. She'd do what she wanted to do. After she 'cleaned' him up he bowed politely to her. Thank you my lady and he turned to greet Sir Pallam. Good Morn to you good sir he added.<br/><br/>He decided to sit down and help himself to a generous portion realizing he'd not eaten for some time.