<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Evening | Week One, Day Two | Vine and Horn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Puma, Open,<em>potentially Blueberry?</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>After the second day in Amberdale had come and gone, Leovic found himself finally having a moment to himself. Smithing was tiring work, and for some reason the town had seemed more alive recently. Perhaps it was the influx of people, or maybe it was just the flurry of coin being exchanged for work. He'd met a few of the would-be heroes, and had yet to fall out with any of them; that could only be a good sign. There had been times that he might have clashed with a stubborn hero who took ill of his visage, or his race's history in parts of the world, but that rarely bothered him.<br/><br/>Only fools hated Dwarves, after all!<br/><br/>He'd ordered food and beer for himself to sup upon, and was handed a bowl of hardy looking stew. Deer, maybe Pig? He wasn't a cook, and his hungry stomach didn't mind either way. A few spoonfuls of the rich broth had him revelling in whatever gamey meat filled his belly.<br/><br/>Eating was eventually paused though, when something nudged against his leg. He ignored it the first time, but the second time confirmed it wasn't just a twitch, or a phantom touch. Glancing down beneath the table he saw it; the largest little 'Kitten' he'd seen. Vibrant blues and blacks made up its fur, and it was looking up at him with an obvious intent. Part of him instinctively moved as if to shoe the thing, which nuzzled against his shin and then up to his thigh, surprisingly. He stopped when he saw the round, begging eyes and knew he'd already been bested. Grumbling he reached into the bowl of stew, plucking out several large chunks of meat and holding it to be nibbled by the cat, not intent to let it simply run away.<br/><br/>“<strong>Hey Barkeep; got anything soft? Water, or milk maybe?</strong>” He had spoken a couple of times with the luminous lush of a Slime before, but he had no idea if she was working tonight, or was even the sole bartender. She certainly hadn't been the one to take his order earlier...<br/><br/>Glancing down at the Cat, he lobbed the second piece of meat down for it, letting it eat from the floor. “<strong>No doubt you'll be off once you got your fill. Cats are too solitary, and I reckon if you're this big you must have a meal ticket already. Am I your sidepiece? Huh? Am I the Cat's second mealticket?</strong>” His voice got slightly cutesie at the end as he reached down to run a knuckle along the beast's head, between its ears. He'd never owned a pet, with his younger 'sibling' being the one who'd owned a Goat for a pet. He and his older sister had sort of been too busy to deal with it as a full-time chore, but it had been a pleasant distraction none-the-less.