<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open {Narindi}<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>The fire maned barbarian's rage subsided slightly, it was not her fault, but his size was always viewed as his greatest weakness. He breathed in deeply and smelt the perfume, the scent of sweat and fear mixed, her words were genuine if not slightly exaggerated.<br/>"Ahlok(rise) StrunBriinah, I will not harm you, you are of honor amongst mine kin," His voice was still slightly gruff.<br/>He released the ax leaving it embedded in the planking and offered his hand to help her up.  His hands were covered in the padding callus of someone very seasoned.  He was probably well over her age.  Not that she would know but Nepharians have notoriously long life spans and he was considered an adult in their eyes.<br/>"You don't know what I am do you?" He asked as he waited for her to grab ahold so he could help her up.