<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Evening | Week One, Day Two | Floor Two, Leo's room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Puma<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Truth being told, Leo often left his door open in the Inn because – quite frankly – it was what he did when he was raised. He had little to hide in the Dwarven hold he called home, and he also found it good for ventilation. Being a big man in an underground realm not sized for you, especially one that was constantly filled with the warmth of forges, was not a place where you wanted to stifle air flow.<br/><br/>Still, Puma had made her way into his abode unbeknownst to the big man, and as he finished his little self-grooming exercise – an exercise that thankfully helped him to relax before he put his head down, and helped dull some of the haze of alcoholism – he turned to look at the spot where the Elven woman had let herself be seen.<br/><br/>There was that moment where the Orcish man adjusted to the sight. The slow glaze of his eyes clearing as he almost looked past the slender woman in his room, and almost kept moving until, there it was. The double take. The slight tilt and shake of the head, and the instinctive grasp for the nearest thing he could find that might be considered a weapon – the file, in this case – and the quick knotting and flexing of muscles as his body tense for a fight...<br/><br/>...Only to see nothing. Not nothing, precisely. The Cat had followed him to his room and was bounding over to him. He blinked a couple of times as he saw it try to 'greet him' and he found his brow furrowing in confusion. The brief rush of adrenaline that had been his fight or flight instinct had removed even more of the haze from his mind, and as the Cat tried to play he reached down as if to stroke it. Instead of tender play, he picked up the creature by its scruff; no doubt uncomfortable, and difficult for most people when considering a cat of this size. He brought it's face level with his, staring into her eyes while being mindful not to give it an easy swipe at his cheek.<br/><br/>“<strong>Are...you're...</strong>” He stammered trying to verbalise his confusion. Seeing a cat and imagining an Elf was not exactly a common sign of alcoholism, and the Smith found himself rarely interacting with magic in his day-to-day life. He knew it existed, but it was hardly a common thing for Dwarves to dabble in, and he'd mostly experienced parlour tricks in Amberdale.<br/><br/>Sighing, defeated, he put the cat down and moved over to sit on his bed. Grumpy and a little confused, he waved a hand at Puma. “<strong>You can stay for a night, but that's it. I've no interest in a pet...</strong>” He grumbled, his whole body falling backwards onto the bed as he thought back to the brief glance at the Elf from before. He must have been tired if his mind was conjuring up imaginary beauties...