<div class="floatleft">(http://www.geekshow.us/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/seanbean_boromir.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lukas Tarn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8205090#msg8205090)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Aquilonian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Battlefield Medic<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Xifeng<br/><hr/><br/>Lukas's eyes darted about, noticing Goose and Cormac talking together - and then almost suddenly, Xifeng appeared before him, sitting on the table in front of him, her arm extended to offer him her wineskin.<br/><br/>"Here, try this," she said, a sweet smile on her lips.<br/><br/>Xifeng was one of the crew that Lukas got along with better than most. She was something of a healer, herself, so she respected his own work and efforts in that field. She didn't take him for granted, which was nice of course, and often had they discussed various medical topics together, from anatomy to disease, to herbs and other methods of healing. In some respects, she was a colleague of sorts, someone who understood at least some of what he shared, but that was often where the similarities ended, for she was also a skilled warrior and martial-artist. Lukas himself was skilled with a short-blade, able to do well for himself most of the time, and he was even better with a long bow in his hands. But Xifeng, like many of the others, embodied a warrior-spirit that Lukas himself was still having trouble fully embracing.<br/><br/>Oh, and Xifeng also happened to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever met.<br/><br/>Lukas was not intimidated by this, but her exotic appearance and mannerisms often haunted him. To say that he might have a crush on her would be an understatement, but he had spent many of his younger years amongst nobility, scholars and the sort, and as such he was fairly good at concealing his emotions. When she boldly took a seat on the table in front of him, he tilted his head to regard her, a half-smile on his lips. And, as any man -young, middle-aged, or old - might do for a pretty lady, he sought to impress her.<br/><br/>Lukas accepted the wineskin from her with a nod of thanks, and boldly put it to his lips. He tilted his head back, taking several deep swallows of the stuff before handing it back to her.<br/><br/>At first, he noted the odd flavor of the drink, and for a moment, he was pleased that it tasted much better than the swill in his mug that he had purchased from the tavern. But then the burning set in - slow at first, rising, rising, rising like a spark kindling to a flame, and then a flame roaring to life as something more. He turned his gaze up towards her, his eyes already beginning to water, but he fought the urge to gag and down he rest of his ale in an effort to quench the growing heat in his stomach and throat.<br/><br/>"That's... good stuff," he wheezed, licking his lips, feeling as if his next breath might exhale actual flames. His faced turned a shade of red, but still he acted calm, cool, and collected. He had no intention of looking the weakling in front of her....<br/><br/>Until it simply became too much to endure. Gasping for breath, finally, he grabbed his mug and thrust it to his lips, tilting it back, the drink sloshing against either side of his face and down his chin. But he managed to get a fair amount of the cooler liquid into his mouth, though it did little to help.<br/><br/>"Xifeng, you wicked girl!" he gasped, laughing, giving her a wickedly wry look. "Have you performed this trick on the others?" he asked, "Or am I the sole target of your torment this evening?" He downed several more gulps of his ale, grateful to have it handy, even if it was not the best quality drink he had ever tasted.<br/>