<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Haunted Human Mercenary<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<hr/><br/>"Huh." He nodded, but looked to not really understand whatever she had said about the fae or being half human. "Never met an elf before. Just heard about the ears." He tapped the flat of the knife against his earlobe twice.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'No need to mention that you took her for a goblin when you first laid eyes on her. She might take offense. I wonder if she always make random bird noises like that?'</div></div>"Does that happen often?" What he meant by "that" was left open.<br/><br/>"And no," he shook his head sending his mop of brown hair bouncing. As they walked, the tip of his tongue stuck out the corner of his lips as he concentrated. He was attempting to cut a straighter piece of melon for himself. Satisfied, he jammed the knife back into what was left of the melon, and took a bite of the smaller slice. He waited to swallow before continuing. "The Legion moved where the work was. Sometimes far north. Sometimes we were to the east. I even saw the ocean once," he seemed rather proud of this.