<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Wynnie Nackle</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br/>Gnome Druid 1<br/>HP: 10     Init: +2<br/>Perc: 14   Status: Normal<br/>Location: Griffin & Sword<br/>Tagging: All | Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh!  I'm Wynnie Nackle.  You can call me Wyn, though.  Or Wynnie.  I'm not especially partial to one or the other."  Her teeth made a soft, but audible, clicking sound as she snapped them shut on the avalanche of words that threatened to spill out of her mouth.  Max's moving forth to explaining the problem helped her to stave off her instinct to fill any void with the ever-loving sound of her own voice, and as he spoke she sipped her fourth mug of lemonade.<br/><br/>Her brows furrowed, eyes shifting hue subtly with the various unshuttered emotions that passed across her expressive face as she listened to the story.  Concern for the missing man, sympathy for his worried wife, amusement and a bit of reproach at Max's apparent attraction to the married woman, and over-all intrigue into the mystery.  "Oh, yes, the tavern is definitely the best place to start.  There's all manner of things he could have been doing there that he didn't want the rabble to catch wind of.  Perhaps he was involved in some sort of illicit doings with shady black marketeers, and that was where they would meet to discuss their nefarious business over wine and pasta!  Ooor, he could secretly be one of those fancy men who likes dressing up like women and entertaining crowds for silver.  Could be there's a whole bunch of them and he rents the tavern out so they can get together and all put on shows for one another..."<br/><br/>She finally fell silent as she imagined what that sort of party might involve or look like, grinning as she absently rocked and bounced in her chair along to lively music only she could hear.  Well, if that was what the missing man was doing with his time, then she rather hoped that they would be able to catch a show.  It sounded very entertaining.  As she became a bit lost in her thoughts, she finished the last of her lemonade and was drawn back to the moment by the lack of liquid in her cup.<br/><br/>Staring down to the bottom, she held a lengthy debate with herself over whether it was a good idea to order a fifth.  They would likely be leaving soon, and she didn't want to force her new friends to stop along the way so she could find a place to tinkle.  Finally, and reluctantly, she set the cup aside and looked around at the others, canting her head.  "Though, I'm not really sure why putting on shows dressed like a woman would end up with him missing."