<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pansy Applebottom<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Thief<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>N/A<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>The slight Halfling seemed to be fairly far along in her drink, and she savored a trencher of greasy meat and roasted root vegetables swimming in dark, peppery gravy as she kept a weather, but seemingly innocent, eye out on the others in the tavern.  This was her favorite sort of room, warm and crowded, with the bodies pressed comfortably close to one another, the air filled with the sound of voices and the smell of hops.  In an hour, these people would largely be made dull and sleepy by the atmosphere and their drinks; so relaxed and contented by good food and better company that they wouldn't recognize a hustle if it were naked and sitting in their laps.<br/><br/>Smiling at her seeming brilliant fortune, Pansy turned as the two new women joined their table and she shifted on her knees...kneeling in her chair out of necessity.  Tipping a jaunty salute, she beamed at the newcomers.  "Evenin'!  Wonderful night, don'tcha say?"  She speared a hunk of tender meat and a bit of potato on her wooden fork and lifted it into the air to gesture around, bits of gravy flicking off to fall to the table and straw-strewn floor.<br/><br/>"Do you even have to ask?  Good food, plenty of ale to drink and lots of fine folks to spend quality time with!  What more could a body want for?"  She flashed that charming smile again, her blue-grey eyes twinkling with merriment, and then popped the bite of food into her mouth, chewing with gusto.