<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path outside the Green Lion<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Chatting with Lise before bathtime.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In his large warrior form with an ox blanket around his waist like a kilt.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lise<br/><br/>Following the chatty little blond Igor looked around at the world. When he first walked into the Green Lion it didn't look like the world had much in it. While not an empty void of white or black nothingness, the rolling fields and hills seemed to be the only things out there. The Russian even didn't see clumps of tree besides the ones near he and Lise as they walked. The whole place stunk like the same ancient magic as the Inn. Surely the master of this world was a god of some kind, nothing else could do all this. Not even Fae were this powerful from his experience and they were Gods themselves.<br/><br/>He hoped to never earn the ire of such a being, but he also hoped the being was around to serve drinks when he gets back to the bar. Feeling the warm wind rush through his fur he chuckled as Lise showed him the small wine cellar partially built into the ground. He admired the cute little home, his pack did similar buildings during the harshest winters. Domed buildings made of ice and snow dug into ten foot holes in the ground. Unlike those though he was sure he wouldn't be able to fit in this one.<br/><br/>As Lise ducked into the small house Igor let out a deep chested laugh and laid down outside the door like a massive bear. "Heh, I can be telling you Lise...I am not being able to fit in this form." Lifting his massive head he sniffed the wind wandering what other scents might fill this world. But the carnivorous plant's sap was quite over powering being so tightly clung to his body. If it takes too long he may have to go into his human form anyway just to rid himself of the sticky fluid. The talk of paying him in alcohol for helping her was quite appealing, taking the mug it looked laughably small in his massive paw, but with some working he managed to lift the container to his mouth finishing the draft in a single swig. Smacking his lips he smiled, brandy was good...usually a bit sweet for his normal tastes, but this drink had a tart little tang he did like. Handing the mug back he felt a warmth under his fur. "Hmm that is being...stronger...than looks?"