<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/394599_445596018814015_79249732_n.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cormac (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173912.msg8216177#msg8216177)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Cimmerian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>River Barge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Maeve, Mira, Daud<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Maeve, the ship captain spoke, but Conan heard her more than listened.  He watched her lips change shape as words came out of them, and paid more attention to the melody of her voice than the ideas she was expressing.  There was enough information getting through to the logical part of Cormac's mind that he thought the offers of Maeve and Daud were sound.  Or maybe Cormac was more interested in what was hidden beneath her skirt at the apex of the long, tan legs.<br/><br/><strong>"I, for one, accept your offer, Maeve, and looked forward to seeing you on your barge in the morning.  Now, if you'll excuse me, a celebration is in order."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac stood up and finished his mead, then left the bottle on the table.  He looked at Mira.  He intended to take her hand, pulled her to her feet, then pick her up and put her over his shoulder so he could carry her upstairs to a room.<br/><br/>