<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>: 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/>Valda didn't immediately tell Warren to get lost, and he took that as a sign of the positive. Though he was fully aware of her inspecting him for Worth as she twisted those broad hips towards him. He would let her inspect him without interruption as he kept his tall confidant posture. His chest raising, and falling slightly with each relaxed breath he took. He chuckled as she explained that she didn't come to a tavern for some "Alone time". "I would imagine a Tavern would be one of the least likely places for "Alone Time"." Warren replied as he allowed his own eyes to wander of Valda's form. Particularly her washboard stomach, the heavy curvature of her bust.<br/><br/>When Valda asked if he was alone, Warren nodded as he approached. Seeing her demeanor and tone not hostile as a sign that he was allowed to approach closer. He leaned against the bar right next to her. His elbow propped upon the counter as his eyes found hers. "Yes, I admit that I'm alone. My Travels often finds me sharing my own company on the road." Warren explained. "The name's Warren Seville. Wanderer, Tinkerer, General handyman. What is your name if I may ask?" He requested as he offered his hand to her. "Or do Goddesses have no name, and simply remain a mystery in men hearts and dreams?" He added, a cheeky grin on his lips showing he was intentionally trying to be cheesy in hopes to get Valda to laugh or at least continue to show that pretty smile of hers.