<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shamlen  ((by Josh Arcanum))</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/152739/half-elf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>  Shamlen  ((by Josh Arcanum))<br/><strong>Age:</strong>  36<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>  Trader<br/><strong>Height/Weight:</strong>  5'8'/125lbs<br/><strong>Race:</strong>  Half-elf<br/><strong>Info:</strong>  Shamlen was raised on the road, son of an elfish trader and his human wife, Shamlen learned at his father's knee how to haggle and bargain with the best of them.  He has a witty sense of humor and a kind disposition, though he has a knack for getting himself into trouble with an ill-placed word or two.  He's also a womanizer and always has his eye out for his next bedmate.</div></div><br/>The girl's night was extremely busy, and she had only been back for lest than half an hour!  It seemed word spread fast about her return.  Patrons, new and old, flooded the Tavern with coin to spend.  But there was only one that caught her eye.  The man looked very familiar, almost like he could be a cousin.  She sauntered over as he waved his hand, beckoning her.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, hello there good sir! Will you be needing a refill on that beverage?"</strong>The woman picked up the empty mug without waiting for a response and smiled down at him, her heaving bust nearly obstructing her view of the handsome man.