<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>Aftermidnight; inside a dusty attick in amberdale<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>An-Yah, Peldor; open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"There's always more hunts,"</strong>he offered jovially. he took a swallow of his water, before setting it aside since neither of the two seemed interested. His brows creased together as he tried to puzzle together what an-yah was saying about pleasure pens, and had just gotten out a questioning<strong>"pleasure...?"</strong>when the roof gave way under the furry woman and she fell!<br/><br/>Cautiously Taran scooted himself towards the hole. "Are you alr-" crack, crack...<em>sliiiiiiide</em>, there was a scraping noise as the slate shingles under Taran shifted and began to slip off their place and into the hole, taking the young barbarian with them. he landed with a crunch, but thankfully it was hte roof tiles under himself. Sprawled on his back, dusty, with a few new cuts from the falling slates, he looked up at An-yah with a puzzled look, then let out a hearty laugh.<strong>"You have the most <em>terrible</em> fortune, An-Yah."</strong><br/><br/>He sat up, brushing dust off, and took the space in.<strong> "Or... maybe just crazy fortune. This looks far more comfortable than a rooftop."</strong>He picked himself up with a little groan and moved to An-yah, carefully placing his hands on her shoulder, then moving around her to check her over.<strong>"You hurt? Didn't get any thing stuck in you?"</strong>Dusts off her shoulders, inspects her back and rear for cuts our large splinters.