<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Wynnie Nackle</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br/>Gnome Druid 1<br/>HP: 10     Init: +2<br/>Perc: 14   Status: Normal<br/>Location: Half-Pint<br/>Tagging: All; Memento; Guard (NPC) | Open<br/><hr/><br/>Fin earned himself a wide grin and musical giggle at his quip, then her attention was drawn to the Tielfling as she introduced herself to the group as well.  Each of them were gifted a beaming smile and an effusive greeting that carried her well into the trip to their next location.  Along the way she nattered on at them brightly, pointing out interesting shops and commenting on various people they passed by, seeming to barely ever pause to take a breath.<em>Everything</em>seemed to amaze her, and she seemed to lack even the fundamental understanding of the concept of self-consciousness.<br/><br/>When they finally reached the tavern in question, she finally shut up and watched the guard shoo off the unfortunate man.  Brow furrowing, she peered after him, but when Fin leapt to the task of following, she turned instead to the bar.  She trusted that one of the others, one more suitable to protecting him or aiding him would hie off after the pair.  Besides, the Tiefling was intriguing and the bar was where the<em>real</em>mystery lie.<br/><br/>Trouncing in Memento's wake, she lifted a painted hand to wave enthusiastically at the guard outside of the Half-Pint.  "Hello, sir!  So, this is the Half-Pint, right?  Do I get my drinks half-off for being half the size of half the patrons?"