<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=173601.msg8197935#msg8197935)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Cimmerian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Barbarian/Warrior (strength, climbing, stealth, hunting)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Goose<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Aye, I will be certain to do that.  Happy hunting,"</strong>said Cormac.  He inhaled deeply, pulling Goose's scent into his nose.<strong>"I will... keep eyes to your back."</strong><br/><br/>The barbarian then watched the rogue slip through the crowd, her body twisting and bending.  Bare abdominal muscles flexed and stretched under her thin skin.  He was glad she was on his side.<br/><br/>Cormac looked back at the trio by the stairs.  They could have been suspicious.  He considered going over to them and having a chat.  But the dancer with crimson locks returned.  She sat next to Cormac.<br/><br/><em>"The docks look lightly guarded.  It may be possible for you to rob or steal a ship.  Also, the Aquilonians are hiring mercenaries to fight the Nemedians on the border."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Aquilonia.  King Conan."</strong>Cormac was a Cimmerian, and heard the legends of Conan growing up, aspiring to follow his footsteps away from home and into history forever.  Cormac flipped a coin at the dancer, who caught it, then settled in next to him.<br/><br/>The mead arrived and he tossed his payment to the serving girl.  He was running low on funds.  Soon he would broke.  And then he would have to start breaking into towers of wealthy families.  But that would be after this bottle of mead.<br/>