<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Haunted Human Mercenary<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Allie<hr/><br/>The warrior kept a constant vigil as the friendly elf started rambling at a rapid pace.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Alec's Inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Jeez, she talks alot! And fast. But boy, even covered in mudd she is pretty. I bet cleaned up she is gorgeous. Are all elves this hot? Do they all talk so much? Should I ask? No. That would be rude. I really wish she would cut another slice of melon. I'm still so hungry. Wait, how did mute farmers ask her for help? Weirdo.'</div></div>He was obviously listening to her tale about thousand year old mute farmers that had left her in the middle of the muddy road. Yet Alec's eyes never lingered to long on any one place, or object, as he scanned the environment. Although they did seem drawn to the melon she still held. As she started guessing his occupation he stiffened before sniffing and cracking his neck. "Alec Redwater of the Red Water Legion. We're mercenaries. Or were. I'm... the last. Gotta report in." His stomach growled again.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Alec's Inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'Oh man, I bet she heard that. How embarrassing! But I am sooo hungry!' </div></div>This made him glance at her out of the corner of his eyes as if daring her to mention it.<br/><br/>"There is a creek down the way," he jerked his thumb back the way he had came. "Dangerous to go alone." Then he casually offered his hand to shake with another sniff while looking down the road toward Amberdale.