<div class="floatleft">(https://dylanpalmerblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/rangerweb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stanis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Taver<br/><strong>Time:</strong>The Present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia<br/><br/>Stanis knelt down by the fire, the kitchen being short on chairs especially ones for people of Stanis's size. Upon being called a good man by the shivering woman hue grinned and said, "Well I do my best." and made sure she was comfortable before he started to warm himself and get the water in his clothes either dry or at least a more pleasant temperature. He was mildly surprised to no be being forcefully removed from the kitchen, that's usually what happened to him back in his village, and figured the staff was being nice on account of Helia looking half dead when she came in. As her wet clothing hit the ground he bent to scoop them up, only to find a kitchen maid grabbing them to wring out and hang up before he had the chance.<br/><br/>Stanis was left with nothing to do but watch Helia eat, which he did with a fascinated look on his face. He'd never seen anything quite like it, as the girl ate with her claws more delicately than Stanis did with a knife and fork unless he was being extra careful. He chuckled at the mention of the coins. "I didn't think you had, Miss. Yer coins are yer own business, you need not explain anything to me." he said, and stifled a yawn. "You keep yourself warm. I best be going, I've a job at do tomorrow." he said, standing and tipping an imaginary hat. "See you around."