<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured + glazed with sap-syrup<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Lise arched her blonde eyebrows and let out a few scattered "ooh and 'ohh's when the wolfman licked some of the syrup off her. "Oh that seems pretty effective at getting it off. It's gotten rather sticky...feels like having a nice rough sponge or maybe a textured backscratcher for those hard to reach places...And sure, I can give you a hand, I can't imagine getting it out of fur!" She felt her own hair, realizing she'd gotten some syrup gunk in it, which was gonna be one of the harder areas to clean.<br/><br/>She gave her cart-pulling ox a slap on the haunch that let it know to continue on its own to the pub stable; the creature was pretty well trained, and they were already so close that it was trivial going from here. Lise then led Igor in the other direction, under the boughs of the orchard (plucking a juicy peach from a branch as she went, and munching on it while juice spurted and leaked over her cheeks), following a footpath that ran alongside one of the irrigation ditches fed from the same stream she'd mentioned.<br/><br/>They passed a green hill on the left. Dug into the hillside was a cutaway earthen wall, with a green round door in it....not unlike a certain hobbit-dwelling in a neighboring dimension . Lise indicated with a casual wave of her hand, then marched up to the door. "Detour, if you don't mind...this is the wine cellar...well, the outdoor one, there's a proper indoor one for the pub itself, but the cellar out here is used as a cask-cavern for aging barrels of stuff grown and pressed from the orchard vineyards here, and an overflow storage space for imported liquors when we have a surplus overstuffing the pub's bar and the indoor cellar. I was thinking I could use a drink...and as poor down payment on thanks for basically saving my life, how about a drink of the good stuff?"<br/><br/>Lise opened the green door, and indicated a brass overheard light fixture just inside. "Mind your head, tall guy! This lanky wizard used to visit and was always bumping his head on this thing..."<br/><br/>Just inside the door were shelves, cabinets and racks of jugs, mugs, ladles, taps, pushcarts, empty wine bottles with spare corks, and other implements related to the stirring, pouring, bottling or tapping of spirits. Lise grabbed a pair of clay mugs, held them under the spigot of a nearby cask labeled<em>Barrel-In-Your-Soul Brandy</em>and filled the mugs. She took a deep swig, coughed a little and then took a daintier sip. "Woo! It's aging great, very tasty but goes down fiery. Caveat emptor, but try some!" she offered the other mug.