<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Drak jumped a bit not expecting to be struck on the top of his noggin by less than stellar example of an elf. "Oy! Watch were ye be flappin' that thar hand." It was at this point that Drak noticed the mud on his front. He grumbled some profanities in dwarven about disrespectful elves and their mannerisms. He put his hand out in front of himself as if to stop something, then he hung his head and said a prayer of forgiveness to Moridin for his rudeness followed quickly by a prayer for his sanity and the groups safety when the elf was in their midst.<br/><br/>When he opened is eyes he could only just shake his head sadly at the sight of the elf sucking on her own dirty hand, then acting like an animal with something back in its mouth. Quietly he rummaged through his back pack and pulled out a water skin and thrust it into the elf's hands and mouth. "'Ere. Suck on this it'll wash da taste out."