<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Gatura Amon<br/><strong>Race and Occupation :</strong>Human, Unemployed Wanderer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern / Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Open and mentioning Lynessa, Carlotta<br/><hr/><br/>It had been a long, tiring, journey to Amberdale. What was supposed to be a simple escort job had turned into one of the defining moments of his life. Every time he blinked he saw the insanely large pincers, creepily black, empty eyes and the hair...so...much...hair. Gatura shuddered as if hit by a draft of air from a frozen tundra. In reality, the weather was oddly pleasant today. The sun warmed his deep brown skin and the gentle breeze kept him cool enough that he barely broke a sweat.<br/><br/>As he entered the town, he gazed around at the people gathered. They seemed to be normal enough and as far as he could tell, there were no spiders in sight which was always good. Gatura was wearing his gently worn, yet plenty sturdy, tan armor and his purple cape fluttered gently in the wind. His face was fixed into an all too familiar frown and his right hand gripped a mighty spear. At first glance, Gatura appeared to be the well traveled adventurer but nothing could be farther from the truth. Amberdale was notorious as a launching ground for green adventurers and that was exactly why Gatura had made his way to the town.<br/><br/>Gatura pushed his way through the tavern door, instictively ducking as he did so. Although it was relatively early, business appeared to be booming. Anxiously, Gatura searched the room for a place to sit in hopes of blending in, as much as he could, with the crowd. Fortunately, he found a empty table at the back corner of the room. He pushed past various people and noticed what he assumed to be a barmaid tending to a peculiar looking guest. Gatura silently reprimanded himself for staring. There was no way of telling what sort of people he would see on his travels. He watched the lady that appeared to be serving guest and several times raised his finger to catch her attention but failed several times. Eventually, he decided to sit back, maybe he should watch his surroundings for a while before drinking in excess. Still, he was tired and could use a strong ale so he decided to lazily continue to try to get the servers attention.