(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br/><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br/>Current Race: Human<br/>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, evening<br/>Remaining Funds: $493.00 <br/>Tagged: Laurie Johnson</strong><br/><br/>Listening to the young girl describe the food almost made him lick his lips, but assuming how inappropriate that would have been his mind took the better of him. He looked for the picture on the menu, flipping through it trying to see what this little piece of heaven must have looked like. It was perfect every hungry mans dream.  Of course not really most men dream of women and power, though there are a few who dream about beef brisket pot roasts. Just thinking about it excited him again he looked up to order that but it had appeared the waitress ahd already left. He ordered another beer and tried to recall what she had said. Man he was thirsty, he thought to himself taking a swing from the glass bottle in front of him.<em>Water!</em>Thats what she said.<em>she needed water</em>He sighed. He thought it was a bit strange why she would let him no why she was leaving, but hey he wasn't going to stop her.<br/><br/>He smiled keenly at himself, proud that his memory wasn't all bad. He took another drink of his beer. This time a much larger one than before. This was strange he had never seen beer change color before. Nor did his beer move. Nor did it speak to him, especially not words like<br/><br/>"Well hello there, Handsome." He put the beer down and stared at girl in front of him. Who was coming on to him very strongly. He figured it was more likely that he was fresh meet, but he found no harm in indulging her in her curiosity. Though he was unsure of her age, but he knew she had to be still a teen. Just his luck, he shook his head.<br/><br/>"Michael Corbin" He said with his hand out.<br/>