<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Green Lion<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Finally getting a drink<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dressed as above in his human form<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lise,Cassandra, Cyric, OPEN<br/><br/>Once more surprised by Lise's sheer sexual energy Igor watched the reverse striptease with exhausted earnest. It would take him a bit to get his breath back but if this little woman was so quick and eager for another fucking he could happily provide at least one more. Luckily once she was dressed they were on their way back to the pub where hopefully either Igor's carved whale bone was still on the counter or a nice chilled vodka was in it's place.<br/><br/>But first thing was first...he needed to get into a set of proper clothes. Even if he doubted this realm was as prudish as some places he's been, he still did not wish to walk around this place wearing only an old oxcloth around his waist. Following easily behind the woman amused at how much taller she was than him in his human form. She was 5'10 he'd guess, tall for most species of woman, human or no. He was only 5'6 in this form, shorter than most species aside from some<em>skazochnyy</em>or wee folk as those in Britain call them.<br/><br/>He was sure it would be equally amusing if any of the other patrons at this inn see them together or possibly see them fulfilling the woman's seemingly insatiable sexual appetites. He had little issue with having sex in public and something told him Lise didn't mind much either. Upon arriving at the Inn, Igor was very pleased to find all his items as well as his whale bone were still right where he left them. Leaving his new breeding bitch's side he gathered up his items and moved into the first empty room he could find. At first he thought it would just be a restroom or randomly placed storage closet. But the room...reacted to him like a living thing, as soon as he stepped through the door the whole place turned into a nearly perfect recreation of his lodge back in his pack's lands. Perfect in every way...except the smell, not even the best magic can properly imitate the breath of Father Winter to those who grew up with it. It was like the first breath of the wind at the very beginning of time. Older than this Inn and likely older than it's owner, it wasn't home, but it would do. Taking the unspoken hint that this room was now his, Igor dropped his gear down besides the bed roll and dressed in his furs and leathers. He contemplated putting on the metal bits of his armor as well, but his instincts told him he wouldn't need the. So with everything on and in place he returned to the bar and sat besides Lise picking up his carved bone waving it at the young man behind the bar, hoping he was the long lost drink server.<em>Moy yunyy drug!</em>I would be liking glass of vodka. I am still having no coin, but bone will be paying enough." He clacked the heavy item down on the counter for emphasis.