<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Mikla.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Mikla<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Skrida, Nilteni, 'Nesii, Astir, Son' Lahleli, Astrid<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Near the Sacrifice House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Morning<br/><hr/><br/>Mikla nodded along to Skrida's words. He didn't get to see the blonde's hands, but if Skrida thought that she had calloused, working hands, then she probably would be seeing the two of them in their workshops soon enough. He gave a laugh at the 'future conquests' comment, shrugging boyishly. "I can't help it if women find me irresistible," he said with a devilish grin. He was about to say something else when a distracted Astir nearly mowed him down. Mikla managed to slide out of the way, giving a smile to the man. "No worries," he said at the man's apology, and then pointed to the Sacrifice House as Skrida explained that they were going to fetch clothes for Unna and Hiti. He noted that man certainly looked worried, but he wouldn't dare ask about it. Astir was a very private person, and Mikla knew well enough to leave it alone.<br/><br/>When 'Nesii decided to join though, he couldn't help but laugh at Skrida's reaction. He certainly was being a tad melodramatic, but it was one of the things that Mikla liked about him. "The warmth of the forge has spoiled you, friend!," he said, watching as the man used Nilteni as a blanket to keep his face warm. Mikla, however, was not as bothered by it. He was used to working outside, whereas his friend here was next to the fire of his forge day and night. Looking back over at 'Nesii, he couldn't help but snicker at her words. It certainly was entertaining watching her and Astir banter back and forth, mostly because Astir never took it easy on her, even though she was the Second.<br/><br/>He was still laughing as Son' Lahleli walked up with the blonde girl from earlier at her side. It was easier to see now what Skrida was talking about. Her hands definitely were those of a girl who wasn't afraid to work, even though her appearance seemed more fit for someone who should be by a nobleman's side. He gave them both a smile and a bow. "Hello Son' Lahleli and Astrid," he gave the blonde girl a wink, unable to hold back his naturally boyish charm. "I'm Mikla, and I run the carpenter's workshop, and that dramatic man is Skrida, he is the blacksmith, as I'm sure you've heard," he said with a chuckle, pointing his thumb to his friend who still had his head buried in Nilteni's warm fur.<br/>