<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kroth-Taran<br/><strong>Race and occupation:</strong>Human Barbarian<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>An-Yah, Peldor; open<br/><hr/>Taran's eyes went wide at the display of sorcery, and he almost reached for the sword slung across his back, before he realized what was going on... very tentatively he set one moccasined foot on a stone... then when it stayed there and didn't melt him, burn him, or yeet him into the ancestor-realm, he took another, all the way to the roof, where he stepped up onto the tiles.<strong>"Interesting trick for a sorcerer; I would assume your kind flew?"</strong>The tone was mildly accusatory, but Taran didn't seem hostile about it.<strong>"My thanks though, all the doors are closed and I didn't want to sleep on the cobbles."</strong><br/><br/>Now he removed his sword, sheathed in shorn cowhide, held with a braided strap of leather, and set this on the tiles behind him as he sat, then from his hip came a sloshing gourd, from which he took a drink, then offered it to Peldor, and the general direction of An-Yah's half-hidden form.<strong>"It's just water, I'm afraid. It gladdens me that you made it to the city, Fuzzy One!"</strong>he called over to the female... whatever she was.