<div class="floatleft">(http://orig00.deviantart.net/d687/f/2017/189/2/1/warren01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfj75q.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Unoccupied table -----> Bar<br/><strong>Company</strong>: Alone -----> Valda<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Loose Shirt, Brown trousers, Knee high Boots (partially muddy), Belt with pouches, Dark Green traveling cloak<br/><strong>Approachability:</strong>Open to Conversation/interaction. (Possible Wait staff: Chariss, Tristan, Amelia, Kira)<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Warren smirked as he noticed that the Red head was quick to fill the void that his parting has left in his wake at Master Brightmoor's table. Hopefully the young man would take his words, and words of his companions to heart. A mirthful chuckle slipped from his lips as he watched Elora claim a seat close to August, and propped one of her feet upon his knee. She is aggressive, good. that may be what is needed to break down the bookish Mage's defenses. The scene was made even more humorous by August's reaction. Almost causing Warren to pity him.<br/><br/>Though whom would walk into the tavern next would most certainly command attention. A tall drink of water that was barely in her glass. Warren let himself admire the powerful beauty that strode across the breadth of the Tavern and towards the Bar populated by the Paladin, and the Head Bar mistress. Warren's eyes slowly drawing up those powerful legs, and those thighs that he would love to feel on either side of his cheek. That tight ass with large hips swayed almost hypnotically as the glow of the Lanterns upon her flesh seemed to make her glow. She had confidence in spades, that was sure. And with that confidence came Sexiness.<br/><br/>As she approached the bar, and ordered her Mead. Warren stroked his mustache a bit in consideration. She was certainly quite the beauty, a commonality he was starting to notice with this particular Tavern. Though what would clinch his decision was the look she gave the room as she pounded back her first mead, and turned around.<br/><br/>Standing up, Warren approached the buxom barbarian at the bar. Leaning against the polished wood top reasonably close to her. "Good day to you, Good madam. I was wondering if you would enjoy a bit of company with your drink." Warren offered with a friendly smile, trying not to ogle her stunning breasts. His thumb continuing to roll that metal spinning ring on his middle finger.