<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7e43dfdf81e728ed92d79d992ed98ff5/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o5_r2_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Taavia Boulderfrost<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room of the Idle Boar inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pansy, Kirien, Melan, all with ears.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Though she was not counted among their number, Taavia entered along with the traders.<strong>"Hooah, it's a chilly one out there, it is!"</strong>she announced to whoever happened to be nearby as she pulled the oiled felt cloak off of her shoulders and stuffed it amid the others like it near the door. It wasn't raining, but you could never be too certain this time of season! She rolled her shoulders and cricked her neck, casting her eyes about the room. A half-grin cocked on her lips and she shoved her way rudely past a few people on her way to a table, and a familiar, if small head.<br/><br/><strong>"Looking for a purse to get yer fingers into?"</strong>She rumbled playfully once she was near Pansy, her tone making it pretty clear she wasn't talking thievery.<strong>"Plenty of likely-looking sorts about, you ask me."</strong>She probably didn't catch the alert little hobbit by surprise, especially since Taavia left a wake of unsettled and jostled people behind her. She kicked a chair out and half-sat, half-clambered into it, snarling softly under her breath about humans and their long shanks. Off came her knitted cap, into which she stuffed her fur-lined gloves, then tucked the whole into a loop of her belt. Catching sight of Kerien, she gave the elven lass a pleasant nod... then her attention when the priestess began to speak.<br/><br/>She reached out, taking the shard of metal in hand, feeling its heft and weight, thumbing the rough edges of it thoughtfully.<strong> "Nice place here, but the lighting's always been garbage,"</strong>she groused, bringing the metal close to her face for a better look. And a sniff, And yes, she even dabs it with the tip of her pink tongue, smacking her lips thoughtfully. "<strong>Well, lass I can tell you right off, it ain't gold nor platinum,"</strong>she peaks in a low voice, just to carry around the table, just in case. She tapped the metal fragment against her teeth in one final test, before replacing it on the table with a little shrug.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm thinking... she's a dwarf, she's worked precious metals, might she know something-or-other about this metal doohickey?</div></div><br/><br/>Then the knight produced a<em>third</em>piece...<strong>"Well, could be some blacksmith is leading you lot on a hunt for jigsaw puzzle pieces,"</strong>she chuckled. Taking the knight up on the offer of drinks, she reached for hers, downing a good swallow. Nice and tidy, no sloshing or spillage - that's alcohol abuse where she comes from!<strong>"Though unless he's left about a hunnerd of 'em around the countryside, it sure isn't happenstance that they all come to this table." </strong>