<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale, Around Midnight. W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>An-Yah, Open<hr/><br/>"Shite!" Peldor almost jumped out of his skin when Felicity Stonecock herself popped out of the smithies' window tits akimbo. Thinking quickly he held up his hands in a pleading manner to An-yah as he crouched down and pressed his back to the wall. All thoughts of getting his coin vanished as his own flight instinct kicked in. As the owner craned her neck about and squinted into the night to see who had been yelling right outside her forge Peldor whispered. "Okay look, Fuzzy? See her?" He jerked a thumb towards Felicity.  "She is bad news." He started patting his chest quickly. "Me? I'm a right fine gentleman who only eats ladies that ask nicely, but we need to be quiet. Cause she might do more than eat either of us. Okay?" He nodded his head with a lazy grin hoping the jumpy not gnoll woman would not make more of a scene.<br/><br/>At that he wiggled his fingers, a small wisp of dull green energy snaked out and leapt toward a fist sized rock. With casual ease he soon had it floating and started making it bang loudly against the wall to the smithy. With each beefy thunk it ricocheted before arching back, and hitting again harder and closer, towards the front door at the direction of Peldor's magic.<br/><br/>The racket made Felicity pull her head in with a curse. "FUCK! What in the seven hells is going on out there?!" They could hear her banging around in the kitchen as she stormed towards the front of the shop.<br/><br/>"Now!" Peldor hissed as he started to run low toward the nearest alleyway.