<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/9d7764e7deeeed9377595f088f459283/tumblr_owkl1qOOqV1utyn51o4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Taavia Boulderfrost<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 9, 577 CY, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Greyhawk City, the Highway Gate<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pansy, Kivvelor /  Jevera, all<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Early morning makeouts<br/><br/>Taavia woke slowly as the sun streamed through the window of her room. Her legs were still tangled with Pansy's from where the two of them had drifted off after last night's... activities. For a moment, Taavia enjoyed the closeness, before leaning her head in to gently bite and tug one of the halfling's nipples.<strong>"Time tae get up, Jackdaw, the elves'll be getting as antsy as they are prancy, aye?"</strong>Despite her words, Taavia really felt no inclination to get up, given the current situation... Surely Pansy is of similar mind. If not, maybe a soothing suckle on the nipped breast will convince her...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After having washed and dressed, Taavia joined the others; what they saw was a different woman from the very presentable dwarven woman of the night before; in her mercenary armor, with a number of axes on her person, hair done in clasps and coils, she looked every inch the face of dwarven warriorhood. Clearly she wasn't planning to take the trip to Greyhawk, no matter how short, in skirts and loose hair. She knew the roads were mostly safe, but only<em>mostly</em>. Sadly (to her thinking) her prowess with those axes was not tested for anything more than creating firewood, but no matter. This lot seemed high-risk.<br/><br/>Once inside the city, she took a deep breath of home... then turned her head and spat to the side.<strong>"Welcome tae Greyhawk, where e'ry road is paved with mule muffins. Ye'll want tae try th' lizard on a stick. It's real lizard but don't ask what the stick is from. And keep your coinpurse where you can see it; Pansy here's just a hobbyist, there's professionals out there..."</strong><br/><br/>So it wasn't a surprise that when the two finger-wrigglers approached, Taavia was immediately alert for any urchins or ruffians who looked suddenly interested in bumping into someone in the group. Her blue eyes then turn on the duo.<strong> "Oi, 'ya often just lurk around gates 'n' whatnot? Ulaa's hilly tits, ye're looking like a pair of cons out for a pinch of copper."</strong>She rested her thumbs on her belt, and sniffs. She looked up at the small tribe of elves she seems to have accumulated this week.<strong>"Well? I got no ire against goin' with these two."</strong>