<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Helia Plum-Tail<br/><strong>Size:</strong>5'9 163 lbs<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>the present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><br/>Just as the bartender was reaching forward to sweep up the reptilian woman's coin, he was cut off by the slam of a mug on the bar, a giant of a man roaring for more ale. Making the rather wise decision that this goliath's desires should probably take precedent over the petite dracmer, the bartender nodded and quickly turned to begin filling the mug with golden elixir (or golden piss water depending on how much of a "connoisseur" one considered themselves).<br/><br/>Agitated at being so rudely skipped over, Helia turned to the man, but any protest she might have raised was immediately forgotten as her eyes began trailing upwards to try and find where the man before her actually ended. Helia had been fairly tall herself, just a few inches short of being 6 feet tall, but this man completely dwarfed her and everyone else at the tavern, her slitted, emerald eyes going wide as she took in the imposing figure.<br/><br/>When the man pointed out her apparent wealth Helia quickly snatched up the coin and backed away a few steps, "Uh....ummm...." what was she supposed to say to that? "Become a slave and then get rescued by a group of knights?" It was the truth but she doubted it was the get rich quick scheme the man was looking for. For someone this big the price of disappointment must have been truly horrible, at least that's what Helia's frightened, half awake mind convinced her of at the time, "I-I-I...stole it?...." Helia finally stammered, was that a reasonable enough answer? After all someone could get any amount of money they wanted if they just took it, and for a man his size her "trade secret" would be something he himself could do...yeah, that worked right? Aside from the fact she had just accused herself of committing a crime, but she wasn't even thinking about that right now.