<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTKzJMnSPjD6tv2dAvsEbavXDVcbjLGtCDM6cEan7VPuG1RREQk.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tyger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.msg13953626#msg13953626)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Just entering.<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Day 3 evening<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Shadow armor, and dark purple cloak, Katana at his waist.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All present<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was certainly a strange world Tyger had suddenly found himself in and not quite sure how he had gotten there. Where he had come from he thought he had just about everything, nearly 300 years in a world where magic is fairly common thing anything can happen, or so he thought. In his long life he had never even imagined any place like he now found himself in. It was quite interesting and he was in no hurry to find a way back to where he had come from. So far nobody he had encountered cared that he was half elf and half human, they just accepted him as he was. He had yet to reveal to anybody his other nature though. He had yet to truly find any place where the people would accept that he could change into a very large cat.<br/><br/>So on this beautiful evening the half-elf decided to take a little stroll and explore his new world. The woods looked especially beautiful so he walked into them. With no destination in mind he just walked letting the path guide his steps. It was not long though before he found looking over small bridge at a quaint little cottage. It looked like it could have just any small home back on his home world so he was just going to pass it by. He was not lost and was not in need of food, or worried about being caught in the woods after dark. Let the big bad wolf come his way, he was a bigger and badder cat. As he took another step though bringing him just that much closer he felt an odd sensation. It was not unpleasant in the least it actually felt quite good. Another step and he realized that a warm welcoming sense was coming from the cottage. Another step and actually seemed to be calling to him beckoning him to come in. It seemed to say he would find much more than just a warm fire and a hot meal. It wanted him to enter.<br/><div align="center">(http://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/property/2016/05/09/dwarves_trans_NvBQzQNjv4BqgWcgwtnB_GlmgpNAgdt3-KtaG74rcoeav5WPXxfjdWk.JPG?imwidth=450)</div><br/>Now that gave the seasoned traveler pause. In his experience when a strange person or place seemed overly friendly it was because they wanted something from whoever fell for it. Rarely was it ever something the traveler was willing to give up. It continued to beckon, calling to him. He did not need a warm fire or hot meal just than. Another step and the sensation got stronger, promising things more satisfying and pleasurable than just providing some simple needs. He looked back the way he had come then back to the cottage. Finally making up his mind he headed straight for the door. If this were some charm to lure the hapless traveler to his doom, who better to confront it than Tyger, the shadow warrior, were-tiger? Nobody that's who. So checking to make sure his sword was loose in the scabbard so he could draw it quickly he stepped up to the door. The warm inviting feeling almost making him relax and forget that it might just be a trap. He opened the door stepped through and froze at what he saw. In that instant he knew what was wanted from him, and well he could part with some of his coin.