<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/c5/b4/c6c5b4eee346609921118cc2988575b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eferhild<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>No Triggering<br/><hr/><br/>"If your Halfling fingers decide to borrow from me, you might be given the nickname five fingers, fighting folk don't always have a sense of humor. <>then she laughed softly smacking her on the back not too lightly in a boisterous way<> But your okay I'm sure you were just borrowing it and forgot who you got it from.<br/><br/>And a mage shouldn't be using swords of course he was inept bed a handsome fighting man who lives the way he fights and you would get plenty of orgasms. For me give me a nice lass with a clean quim and good tongue and who knows how to use it anytime. I remember we rescued a village and well lets say two pretty twin sisters weren't innocent virgins when we left, but well didn't mind and no one forced anyone, they sure knew how to make being in a hayloft fun.<br/><br/>As for magic and mysteries I defer to those with knowledge of such things, when it comes to blades and fighting that is my trade.," Eferhild said as the serving woman brought her food and she paid.