<strong>Name; Zam Sharrow</strong><br/><strong>Location; Prancing Pony, Everesta</strong><br/><strong>Tagged; Mizuki Silverwing, Kei Kyouki</strong><br/><br/>Zam was beginning to lose his hope of hearing about a PC quest to follow. He'd been half-listening to the group make small talk for a while now, while plying the barman for town gossip when he wasn't serving other patrons. He was also pretty sure his slightly heightened senses (thanks to his elfin ancestry) were hearing a couple of people having sex in one of the guest rooms upstairs. He toyed with the idea of emptying their room of anything valuable while they were otherwise engaged, but decided against it. He'd pickpocketed three drunks of their coinpurses in the last hour, and no one had noticed. He was doing well enough here.<br/><br/>He felt eyes on his back, but knew better than to shift about or fidget. He'd bet carrots to coin that it was the Amazon woman. If any one were going to peg him in here, it'd just<em>have</em>to be the paragon-of-justice-and-light type. He sighed and ordered another pint.<br/><br/>He smiled to himself as he imagined her inviting him to their table, giving a tiny, private shake of his head.<em>As if</em>, he thought. Although if she were paying this much attention to him she'd probably figured out that he was a PC and not some errant NPC courier or something.<br/><br/>Well, if she'd made him, he was pretty sure he'd know about it soon enough. He didn't expect a knight to bother too much with subtlety.<br/><br/>Of course, he probably wouldn't want to be around for it, either.