<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gormr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Asaria Lao, Open<br/><br/>While Gormr didn't have any sixth sense, or other means of alerting him to potential trouble, he was skilled in knowing his surrounds. When he saw the woman at the far end of the room looking his way for a little longer than she had for anyone else, he immediately took note of her. He saw she was well dressed, but not in any fashion that he was familiar with, but then all manner of strangers obviously came to Winterhold because of the College. He could tell she was fidgeting with something, but the distance and the lighting made it impossible for him to tell exactly what.<br/><br/>The more he looked at her, the more intrigued he was with her. The way she looked at him was different, giving him a slight shiver as if he was being watched by a sabre cat or a scrawny bear. He shrugged off the feeling, annoyed with himself more than anything else. There was nothing wrong with a woman looking at him with a certain hunger in her eyes. Those women made for good sport in bed, which was always more preferable to those who just laid back and did little. He felt he could use some good company, even just someone to talk to.<br/><br/>He drained his tankard, got a refill, and threaded his way over to where the woman was sitting. As he closed, he saw that she was carving something from a light coloured material. Her handy work was precise, and the closer he got, the more impressed he was with her skill with the sharp implement. He had the greatest admiration for an artist of any fashion, and this sole sample of her work was elevating her rapidly.<br/><br/>He eased himself into the empty place opposite her, giving her a nod in greeting before he took a sip from his tankard. His attention was drawn to the work taking place in her hands, which also gave him a brief view of her artfully shown cleavage. He saw she was carving something based around a wolf's head and the detail that he saw was impressive. If he saw the true detail, he would have been stunned.<br/><br/>His eyes shifted up to hers, trying to read her thoughts through the supposed portals to her soul, but got caught up in the mix of shades and patterns instead. He gave her a slight smile while he took another pull from his drink.<br/><br/>"Sorry for staring. Well, not really, but you are a very interesting sight after a long time looking at little more than snow for the past few weeks."