<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Peldor Slatetide (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893917#msg15893917)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human, technically 1/8th elf, Geomancer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale, Around Midnight. W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>An-Yah, Open<hr/><br/>With a tuneless whistle Peldor had started his nightly errands loitering within sight of the Stonecock smithy. He was in fine form, long green coat freshly laundered in the local stream, his pressed white fitted dress shirt just peeking through at the collar and cuffs. Several polished semiprecious stone rings adorned his fingers. His hair swept back and smelled fresh. Well it had started to smell far worse before his impromptu bath in that same stream as his coat, but that was another story...<br/><br/>Suffice it to say Peldor Slatetide felt a new man. A new man that still had old bad habits. He had mistakenly left a small coin pouch inside the Stonecock's shed with last nights earnings at the card table. Only a few silver, sure, but he was not currently a rich man, and that was a modest sum. Still whistling he tried to casually stroll past the smithy toward the shed. He had no intention of being accosted by that Amazon or one of her daft apprentices. Again anyway. He shivered at the thought of her hard calloused hands slapping his buttocks, and demanding payment for an innocent night's accommodations. Honestly, she had expected him to work! Once she found out he could manipulate stone she had a maniacal gleam in her eyes. It was all he could do to excuse himself post haste before she sent him off to the Forlorn Hills! So he had run off to the Farmlands for a day and stay out of her sight. From the smell someone was inside cooking a late dinner. Perfect. That hopefully would keep them to busy to check outside while he jimmied the shed door open. Again. Really he was getting quite good at it.<br/><br/>As he got within sight of the small out building he spied a shadowy shape stalking about. Curious he looked over his shoulder to check that whoever was inside would not be looking out an inconvenient windowy.<strong>"Hey! You!"</strong>He hissed as he picked up his pace heading straight toward the shadow and still checking every other step at the window. The last thing he needed was some drunken adventurer  to bring that she beast outside checking on a ruckus before he got his coin.<strong>"There isn't anything around here....woah!"</strong>He gulped as he stumbled into a... gnoll? In the city? With a spear on her back? No. Not a gnoll then. And it was definitely a she. He looked down at her breasts separated by the chord she had tied around her spear as a crude sling.<br/><br/><strong>"Umm....Hi?" </strong>Peldor waved sheepishly.<br/><br/>