<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BdSefSx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kroth-Taran<br/><strong>Race and occupation:</strong>Human Barbarian<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>An-Yah, Peldor; open<br/><hr/><br/>As An-Ya weaved around, sniffing, Taran actually did the same from where he was sitting, leaning her way and taking a few sniffs. he still held the water out.<strong> "I heard that everyone who lives in these places is a <em>little</em> mad, at least."</strong>he tapped the side of his own head for emphasis.<strong>"Maybe the rat was her pet? An... animal-friend,"</strong>he translated the concept, figuring that maybe her kind didn't have those.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the young barbarian was studying the feral woman curiously. Despite the situation and the precarious purchase on the roof, his examination of her form started to make his own loincloth stir a bit.<strong>"What brings you to this walled madhouse then? So you have a name?"</strong>