<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Haunted Human Mercenary<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, Mid-day. Just after it stopped raining.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Allie<hr/><br/>The sound of squelching boots could be heard as a grim young warrior trudged over the hill. His shaggy brown hair a matted dripping mess from the sudden rain. It hung in front of his green eyes, casting them in shadow. It was a wonder that he could spy a woman covered head to toe in mud, triumphantly clutching a dirty melon to her chest, in the middle of the road at all. Much less see where he was going. But he stopped, and simply looked down his nose at her.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>'Oh no! What is that? A goblin woman covered in mud? An ambush?! No to tall. Why is she covered in mud? Wow! She has great melons. Nope. Uhuh, just going to ignore her, Alec. Keep my eyes straight ahead and just keep walking. Almost to Amberdale. Just have to report in.'</em></div></div><br/>He cracked his neck loudly and shouldered his pack before he started walking down the hill in a straight line towards her. He seemed to avoid the worst of the puddles by doing this. As he got closer she could see that he was well equipped. The sun's peeking rays reflected and glinted off the shiny metal bits of his armor, and a fine longsword was strapped to his back. The only thing out of place was a tattered blood red cloak that swayed behind him as he walked confidently down the road.<br/><br/>He paused after he passed her to avoid the pile of donkey dung. "Filthy." He hissed, his nose wrinkling.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>'Oh gods! Not you! I meant the shite in the road. I know. I'll offer her a drink. Yeah, that will smooth things over.'</em></div></div>Then he glanced out of the corner of his eye at her, before holding out the water skin from his belt at arm's length. "Here."