<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c9/63/0e/c9630e0c6068e86f4b1e84b432051bc8.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884572#msg15884572)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leovic 'Leo' Stoneharth<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-Orc Apprentice Smith | Ametuer Fighter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Evening | Week One, Day Two | Vine and Horn   -> Floor Two, Leo's room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Puma<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Delighted that Babs eventually gave the cat a drink, Leo reached into his pocket to offer the woman a couple of copper coins, but was waved off of the idea. Apparently a cute cat didn't have to be charged for their supper, which suited the smith just fine. He was hardly made of money, and the appeal of the cat would likely wear thinner much quicker if it started to rack up a tab.<br/><br/>With no one seemingly approaching, and no drummed up interest in himself or the cat, Leovic finished his meal and then finished his drink. He had thought to make an evening of drinking, and ended up spending his copper on two more rounds, as well as one final drink of milk for the cat.<br/><br/>The evening melted away, and soon enough he was slightly tipsy from his drinking. Giving Puma one last pet on the head, he stood up from his seat as night gripped the sky fully. “<strong>Look after self, cat.</strong>” He said, at that point of drunkenness to not-quite slur, but slightly stumble over his words. With a stretch of his form, that let his large, stiff shoulders creak and his muscles flex just so, he turned towards the door, popping an extra pair of coppers for Babs as tip. He'd spent more than he should have, but that was half the point of drinking and being merry, wasn't it?<br/><br/>Should anyone follow him, they would find the Half-Orc stumbling upstairs towards the second floor of the Inn. As part of his apprenticeship, Leovic was given room and board at the Inn by the Stonecock family. It allowed the Smith-Apprentice to be somewhere safe at night, and meant that the Lady behind the Stonecock name could, well, strut her stuff in private.<br/><br/>Leovic struggled briefly to unlock the door, fumbling with the key but managing to after slapping his face once or twice to shake off some of the drunkenness. He left the door slightly ajar as he moved into the small space that was his own, splashing his face with a water basin as he got about working on his night time ritual. Shaving, cleaning his teeth, and slightly grinding down his tusks. Unlike teeth, the Orcish tusks were dead inside and grinding them down was a mix of hygene, utility, and cleanliness. Let them get too big, and they just got in the way, and the staining? Ugh.