<div class="floatleft">(http://pre05.deviantart.net/d96a/th/pre/i/2016/100/9/f/talyssa_ravenhill_by_riku_gurl-d9ygjxu.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Prulie Glitterwit</span></span><br/>Level 1 Halfling Bard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248180.msg12273895#msg12273895)<br/><em>"...and that's how I ended up hanging from the ceiling desperately clutching a roasted chicken full of gold coins."</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>As the audience suddenly makes its self scarce, the bard draws her song to a close and wanders over to stand beside the two men who tower over her.  Peering up with an arched brow and her bow hand fisted on her cocked hip, she blows an errant lock of hair out of her eyes with a huff.  "If you two boys are gonna kiss, then get your asses on stage and contribute to the show.  If you're gonna tussle, take your shirts off and I'll fetch the honey.  If you're just going to stand around measuring your dicks, without actually whipping them out, then could you scoot along somewhere else?  You're scaring off the gold, and we're trying to make a living here."<br/><br/>She flashed a saucy grin, flicking her gaze between them and motioning toward the stage of disgruntled "actors" and "dancers", as if ushering them up there with them.  "As you can see, our bawdy little variety show could<em>use</em>a hot, spicy injection of muscles and machismo."