<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 Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>The Present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Open<br/><br/>Stanis sat near the stage in the middle of the crowd among the rowdier patrons of the bar. The big woodsman had proven himself a danger to the unwary, and more than once an incautious elbow or a friendly slap on the back had threatened to kick off a brawl with him at the center. But Stanis had no interest in bar brawling, and his cheerful demeanor, large size, and willingnessto replace spilled drinks had kept him out if trouble so far.<br/><br/>He pounded his mug and slapped the table in time until the song came to an end, cheering for the singer and the man who's lap she ended up in. He raised his glass to them along with his fellows and went for a hearty sip, only to find it tragically empty. Not wanting to wait for a waitress, he hopped to his feet and made his way to the bar, doing his best to avoid jostling husband fellow patrons that hard.<br/><br/>He did an alright job of getting to the bar without incident, with only one spilled drink and a few toes trod upon before he made it. Once there he entered a spit vacated right next to Helia, squeezing in tightly between her and the man on the other side. He  hollered for an ale and slamned hus mug down, his eye catching the shiny gold coin on the bar as he did. Seeing Helia as it's probable owner he gave her a cheerful grin. "Looks like you had a good day out there Miss!" he said, "I hope to be slapping gold down on that bar one day myself. Care to let me know where to earn that kind of coin? Or is it a trade secret?"<br/>