<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<br/><br/>Yokun had finished his food quickly finally feeling his stomach stop complaining. Honestly that would be the last day he would skip breakfast in hopes of getting an early start on a quest. Especially if that quest required him to go hunting a bunch of smelly sex rabbits, but at least this quest ended better than the ones he usually partook upon. He had money in coin and some more to be made in the morning and best of all he made a friend and possibly a little bit more this time around.<br/><br/>He was about to finish his drink when the tiny Elf girl, obviously more drunk than he was proposed an arm wrestling match-up between the two of them, even throwing down a copper coin as the wager. He couldn't help, but laugh out loud at the idea, there was more to this little game than arm wrestling and he was all for it. Spinning to meet her challenge he threw down a copper as well. "Hehe ok Suna, you're on." Clasping the woman's small somewhat calloused hand Yokun stared into her dazzling eyed and didn't fail to notice how close she had gotten him. But what he did fail to notice was the table was lopsided and one of the barkeep's older attempts at making his own furniture to save money. He'd become quite adept at carpentry since the days of this rickety two and third-legged table. But in the end it would in the favor for both Suna's and Yokun's obvious plans.<br/><br/>The wrestler's clasped hands and on the count of thee Yokun went to slam the Elf's hand down, but he had either underestimated her overall weight or overestimated the stability of their table. As soon as he moved the whole table flipped with him causing both sitters to fall off their stools. Yokun managed to catch his fall with a leg plat and then caught Suna across his lap their hand still holding each other.  With a weak wince he looked at the flipped table then at the burly bartender glancing at his axe on the wall for a few seconds before glaring at Yokun. With a weak chuckle Yokun picked Suna up into his arms. "Hehe, I think it's time to call it a night Elfie." He looked sheepishly at the woman he was carrying.