<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kroth-Taran<br/><strong>Race and occupation:</strong>Human Barbarian<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>An-Yah, Peldor; open<br/><hr/><br/>Taran had decided to back off from the crazy spear-wielding traveler; getting poked by a stranger with a pointy stick didn't sound like his kind of night. Still, he hadn't taken a detour after the figure - woman? - had run off, and simply continued at his own pace to Amberdale.<br/><br/>It figured of course that at this hour all the inns and commonhouses had closed their doors. Taran had tried several, and only three had even answered the door; two who had no vacancy, and one where an older woman had bene very eager to let him in, but bene over-ruled by her husband for some reason. Taran was now grumbling.<strong>"Well, it's a fine night to sleep under the stars, I suppose. Just need to find a good... roof..."</strong>And he started doing that, scanning eaves as he walked; he'd be damned if he would flop down in some damp alleyway. End up with his sword stolen and covered in... alleyway...<em>stuff</em><br/><br/>And then he heard it. A familiar yell;<em>LEAVE AN-YAH ALONE! SHE NO GOOD TO EAT! TOO FUZZY!</em>Taran paused, cocked his head, then chuckled.<strong>"Well... Sounds like I'm not the only one having trouble tonight."</strong><br/><br/>The lithe young man followed the direction that voice had been coming from. There was now an angry woman shouting into the night. The Stone Villages were a strange and stupid place, Taran thought, as he dipped into an alleyway at the sound of heavy-shot feet tromping in his direction. This was, with weird convenience, the same alleyway that Peldor and An-Yah were in, though his back was to them both, having come in from the opposite entrance they had.<strong>"Gods of thunder, it's a noisy night!"</strong>he huffed to himself.<br/><br/>An-Yah's scrabbling up the wall made him turn, in time to see a mildly familiar, spotted-and-tailed rump climbing over the roof ledge. Oh! She found one! And it had a nice view, from where he was standing.<strong>"Hey! Road-friend!"</strong>he called up in his best attempt at a whisper, which was still rather loud.<strong>"Room for another on that rooftop?"</strong>