<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Boxer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Taproom of the Vine and Horn/ late in the Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Suna, OPEN<br/><br/>Between the two of them the Gnoll fighters had enjoyed the rabbit's share of the veggies Suna had liberated from a field in passing. It wouldn't have been enough to disrupt the farmer's yield. But for two starving adventurers it was enough to take the edge off until they arrived at the Inn for a more proper meal. Even so late at night the Inn had guests, though Yokun only recognized a handful of them. He would surely make their acquaintances some time in the coming days, but for now he was content to simply focus on his pretty new Elvin friend.<br/><br/>The walk back to town may have been the longest he had talked with anyone since his arrival in town. He talked with Zi-Zi plenty, but she was such a busy little worker around the Inn and town that what few scant moments she had were spent sleeping, eating, or fucking to relieve stress and that third one was becoming a rarity as well since sleeping and eating were generally more important than knocking boots with randy villagers. Though she did take time to make sure Yokun hadn't drunken himself to death every morning and sometimes that meant knocking boots with him. Though he suspected she was simply killing two birds with one stone as on those drunk mornings he's more a willing tool for her own needs than an actual love making partner. He would never complain or protest drunk, hungover or sober so it's an arrangement they both enjoyed and kept casual.<br/><br/>Being so late the kitchen wasn't open, but since he was dropping a full silver coin on the counter he hoped the old man could be persuaded to spare some bread and cheese for their supper. Yokun would also try to avoid drinking away all his coppers tonight, he wanted to be sober for whatever might happen later. As they walked through the large room he smiled spinning around a little waving his arms at the warm and cozy heart of Amberdale. "Welcome to Amberdale Suna, and welcome to Amberdale's main attraction. The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern! Run by the saturnine and mustachioed Hieronymous Throckmorton." As if on cue the bull-necked man appeared in the swinging door from the kitchen and harrumphed drying his hands on a towel. "Yokun...ma'am." He said in greeting looking the pair up and down. "Usual?" He asked Yokun who looked at Suna and smiled. "Up for some supper and a nightcap before bed?"