<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CthB204.png)</div><strong>Andrea Apaza</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1180223)<br/><em>Acolyte Aasimar Cleric 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emperor's Flagon: VIP space<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lhii, Aelen, Everyone<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">level 1: Bless, Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Guiding Bolt, Protection from Good and Evil, Sanctuary</div></div><hr/><br/>The job sounded good enough and Hyscrown was the picturesque trustworthy noble. Andrea decided to trust the man and enjoy the evening he had so graciously provided them.<br/><br/>He was a little distracted from enjoying the meal by Lhii constantly tugging and fiddling the hem of his poncho. “No. It’s not lamb. It’s lama wool. Lama. They’re a bit bigger, and very friendly,” Andrea explained. He had stuck out the tongue to be friendly too, in the playful sense, not to invite licking! It caught him off guard.<br/><br/>“Brrrhh?” Hair stood up on his back, the boy trembled at the sudden wet lick. He stared at the halfling, confused, big purple eyes wide for once. “Uhh… W-what. Umm…” What kind of tribe was she from? Was that a declaration of some sort? He considered telling her off and reprimanding the little woman for her actions, but really it probably was just the way her people greeted. Maybe he had been at fault for initiating the tongue sticking in the first place. Andrea nuzzled his cheek against the fur to wipe the wet and let it slide.<br/><br/>Like most of the gang he wasn’t too excited at the prospect of drinking the ogre stuff. Andrea was waiting in the line with a mug ready when Aelen secured the bottle for some of those court noble magics. “Uhhh…” The elf’s violent reaction to the concoction made him vince. For a moment Andrea considered going over to try and heal whatever hurt the alcohol had done to Aelen, but what the heck, this was a celebration - Ogre Swill for everyone! “Hehe~” Andrea poured himself a glass. No sooner was it filled to brim than Aelen’s fumbling hand found its way around the handle and took it away from the cleric. “Awwh, I could’ve poured you water. Oh well. If that isn’t a sign from above I don’t know what is,” the cleric remarked as he passed on the bottle to the next eager mouth, skipping it altogether. He still had his own two cups of something tasty to sip on.<br/><br/>Andrea kept a very steady pace throughout the evening, knowing his limits with drink. He got up to a little happy buzz where a few more words began to slip out than usual, mostly blurts of him admitting that he was a little jealous of how openly the rest snuggled. Andrea rarely initiated those himself. He did move around the table though, selecting his seating tactically to maximize the amount of drunken friends who might cuddle against him and welcomed them with a happy blushing smile. The lucky first one he shared a poncho with too (it could easily fit two and a half traps).