<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e1/be/e1/e1bee16d747a4ffca52dc819c932376e.jpg)</div><strong>OOC Scene 2, Post 3 - Pay Dirt.</strong><br/><br/>Characters: Pharli, Arty<br/><hr/><br/>Arty was mesmerized by the proximity of the Elven Druid. She was so different than the haughty High-Elves with whom he had contact at University. They all had looked down on Arty's work as common and not really worthy of being called magic. The more vicious had called him a Half-Dwarf or Half-Gnome behind his back. In fact, a group of nasty students had started a rumor that Ary was studying Artifcing because his endowment was closer to Gnomish than Elven. His chosen course of study added to Arty's lack of popularity at school. After one reasonably spectacular failure, the Dean of Students had suggested that Arty go on an extended sabbatical and conduct any experiments far away from Elven Lands. All of these factors had contributed to Arty's lack of experience dealing with females.<br/><br/>When Arty realized that Pharli was close at hand, his blood drained to his nether regions. This left the artificer with a deficit of blood going to his brain. This lack of blood left the artificer speechless and a bit woozy. He failed to respond to Pharli's question and wobbled forward, his lips brushing hers. When he realized what he had done, he stepped back, his cheeks turning red.<strong>"I, uh, oh."</strong><br/><br/>Arty his brain tried and failed to come up with an explanation for his actions. Finally, he fell back to Pharli's question.<strong>"Beasts with Scales in the Badlands?"</strong>Arty seized on a top about which he could expound. Eagerly he told Pharli,<strong>"Yes Scorpions. Giant Scorpions. There is a nest not far from here."</strong>and then his voice fell,<strong>"Although they are dangerous beasts. You would need a party of seasoned adventurers to take one down, much less venture into their lair."</strong>