<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/021/776/701/large/anna-elizabeth-astrid2.jpg?1572906977)</div>Pharli had kissed twice before Arty. Once with another Wood Elf, a boy in her village, behind the stables. He was the son of another ranger and their parents had encouraged a play date while they mapped out their latest excursion. He had been bold, daring her to climb the tallest tree, jump across the deepest creek and chase the wild geese that nested there. She fell and bruised her bottom, got drenched in the murky waters and was bit by a pair of protective geese parents while he kept at a distance, laughing each time. Finally, perhaps enamored by her bravery (or stupidity), he pulled her into a pile of hay and kissed her. It was short and brief and he tasted of ripe strawberries. Pharli looked upon the memory with fondness, even if she punched him in the face afterwards.<br/><br/>Her second kiss was with a promiscuous High Elf woman drunk off her gourd. Her tongue was sharp, and she used it to get into trouble at the tavern Pharli was staying at. Coming to her rescue, she repaid her with a tantalizing offer for a night alone with a bottle of wine she had stolen from the bar while her savior fought off disgruntled patrons and a less than chaste kiss. Pharli declined, though she doubted she would have kept her word considering the woman of notable stature passed out once she was escorted back to her room.<br/><br/>This kiss felt different than the others; clumsy, soft and awakened in her a spark of desire she had not felt for someone in a long while. Though her fist clenched from the shock, she relaxed as he, regrettably, pulled away. "<strong>S-Scorpions, yes</strong>," she sputtered out, shifting focus back on the conversation. This was no time to get caught up in a whirlwind of attraction. She needed to find a party to help her defeat the arachnids. "<strong>The half-elf that took down the riders outside would prove a great ally.  I should meet with her at Dry Gulch</strong>."<br/><br/>Still reeling from the kiss, she gave him a nod while contemplating a farewell. "<strong>...I shall be back, shopkeeper</strong>," she said rather coldly, though that was not her intent. In an attempt to relieve them both of the awkwardness, she turned tail and fled the magic shop quite quickly, heading for the tavern.