<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WF2X1uE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alyssa<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Minotaur Fighter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Midday | Stonecock Forge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leovic<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leovic didn't have to wait long before something came. Interesting was, of course, in the eye of the beholder, but there was certainly a lot to behold in the large woman who came into the store, stooping to get through the door. In her hand, she was carrying a huge stone... thing nearly as tall as she was that half looked like a weapon and fully looked too heavy for most people to hold, even for someone as obviously strong as she obvious was. Her lack of any clothes made it easy to determine that fact by the shear mass of muscles she displayed, just as it made easy to resolve the possible confusion by noticing that she was not human to boot. Her furry legs and horn made that quite clear. As well as, possibly, her apparent lack of human modesty, any bare coverings she had covering her only accidentally at best.<br/><br/>"This is the blacksmiths?" Alyssa asked, though it could just as easily be taken as a statement or a demand. She was new to town and, when she first entered a town, she preffered to go to a blacksmith's first. There were many reasons. To ask about her weapon, for one, and to ask about potential jobs for the other. Certainly, an inn was traditional in this sense, but she found that smithies, which were frequented by adventurers nearly as much, tended to know well about the goings on. And, as well, they tended to be more aware of jobs requiring strength, one of her obvious specialties. "You're the one in charge?" she asked the man at the counter.<br/>