<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/>When the sun sank down under the horizon and the unkempt denizens of Kordava reared their ugly heads covered with dirt and missing teeth, the harbor area was a wretched hive of scum and villainy.<br/><br/>The Leaky Wench was very much like other dens of iniquity in the area, combining aspects of both tavern and fleshpot, offering diversions for any who had the coin.  Ale, food, gambling, and dancers were readily available to patrons of this establishment, some of which Cormac the Cimmerian took advantage of...<br/><br/>The barbarian-warrior sat with a rogue from his mercenary company at a large rectangular table as a curvy, redheaded girl danced on top of the wooden surface for him.  With the agility of an an acrobat, the young woman jumped from table to table, shaking her buxom bust, wiggling her full hips, and spreading her smooth, creamy thighs to reveal the barely covered treasure between them for the right gratuity.<br/><br/><em>"Did ya want another?"</em><br/><br/>Cormac was enjoying the show, but turned to the serving girl.<br/><br/><strong>"I did, barmaiden, a flagon of mead for my friend and me.  Make it quick and I'll buy yourself a galleon to sail off to Aquilonia."</strong><br/><br/>Cormac eyed the girl's body from breasts to hips, then smiled in approval at her before providing a playful wink.<br/><br/>He looked up at the dancer, and offered her a hand to help her down to the floor.  He lay his hand on her elbow.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>You,</em> girl..."</strong><br/><br/><em>"My name is Katurah."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Tarry a moment, Katurah."</strong><br/><br/>She bent at the waist, leaning forward, presenting her cleavage to him as she listened closely.<br/><br/><strong>"I've need of someone like you."</strong><br/><br/><em>"You already seem to <em>have</em> feminine company for the evening."</em><br/><br/>The dancer's eyes looked briefly at Goose.<br/><br/><em>"But, considering the look of her... I can see where you'd want <em>more</em>."<br/><br/></em>