<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/jgrwQJJ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Shalashaska (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2136591)</span></strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1  3/3<br/><strong>Status/Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>introducing himself around the tavern/general socialization<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>Diplomacy: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=147829)<br/><hr/><br/>Shala gave a polite nod at the bartender excused himself from his company, "thank you kindly" he said, only for his cheeks to tinge red at the comment about the serving girls, "eh? u-uh ofcourse!" he said, giving a stiff nod. Of course the thought had never once entered his mind until Jak brought it up. Growing up in a church didn't exactly give one's eyes and hands many chances to wander, and while he was not at all ignorant of the subject...well he had never entertained those kinds of fantasies.<br/><br/>Again left alone, Shala would casually glance around the establishment. Fortunately the inn was on the smaller side, so most of the other patrons could be seen from his limited field of vision, though some lingered on the edge where things began to blur. The people seemed to be a hardy sort, made even more apparent when a gust of chill came in that made the boy stiffen, though seemed to have no such effect on anyone else, "brr..." the oracle muttered under his breath, glancing towards the tavern door. He would be able to see anyone who was coming and going through the inn, but that was about it. Whatever may be happening outside the establishment was a blur to him.<br/><br/>Taking a sigh and finishing his water with a big gulp, Shala steeled his resolve. He was a disciple of the dawn flower, not a wall flower, and sitting off by his lonesome would not further his mission here in the slightest. Turning to the rest of the tavern the boy was start making some rounds from table to table, conjuring up some earnest charm and introducing himself to the various people in the inn. He kept things simple, just his name and that he was a new resident in town and that he looked forward to meeting everyone, and a handful of other pleasantries. While it was clear to see that he was some kind of holy man (or perhaps not, as Jak had labeled him "mysterious" more than anything), he didn't make mention of his faith or missionary work. Even a good church boy like him knew that no one wanted to be preached at when they were in the middle of their revelry, especially at the end of what was no doubt a long, hard day. In the morning he would try making more formal appeals to the people around town, but for now he just wanted to put his presence out there and maybe make some acquaintances.