<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yOnYp06.png)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bastion Jewels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15613589#msg15613589)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talia, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"...I can see my shadow growing against the trees, right now more than anything I just wanna leave..." (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1U1WiRyROI) the youthful witch sang to himself as he skipped down the dirt path back into town. It was an old folksy song one of the traveling bards had taught to him on the trip to the village, and it had been stuck in his head for days now. He continued to sing softly as he went, though would quickly switch to humming whenever he drew close to any passerby, a bit embarrassed.<br/><br/>Not embarrassing however, was his haul for today. He was still adjusting to the whole "adventurer" thing, a job he had taken to help pay for his stay in Greenmist while he conducted his research, but he had found so far that it was mostly odd jobs. Today he had spent the entire day in the forest harvesting ingredients for the local apothecary. It was an easy enough job, especially since his levitation magic meant he could gather up one big haul all at once without having to worry about carrying it, and it had the added benefit of getting to snag a few samples for his own research.<br/><br/>Of course he wasn't too worried about the alchemic properties of the glowing fungus in his pack right this moment. No right now all he was thinking of was filling his belly and quenching his thirst, and so practically kicked open the door of their makeshift "guild hall", "Ah! Home sweet home" he cooed softly, letting out a tired yet comfy sigh. Walking up to one of the tables he would look at Talia and slap down a pouch of coins, "alright Tali, drinks for everyone! wait wait..." he stopped himself, taking a moment take count of everyone currently in the barn and doing some quick math with his fingers, "alright yeah, drinks for everyone<em>currently</em>here right now" he corrected, glad that the dinner rush hadn't quite made it yet, otherwise he would have had to back down hard from his financial flaunting.<br/><br/>Finding a seat Bastion would plop his tired, tender booty down and grab a frothy mug of Swamp Spirit. The scholarly sorcerer had always been more of a fine wine type, befitting a more refined, educated young man, however he had surprisingly taken to the more rustic beer quite well. And even more surprising to many the tiny twink was able to knock them back like a gruff sailor twice his size, a benefit of spending years taste testing his own potions and putting his guts through hell as a result. Without any ceremony Bastion would tip the mug back and gulp and gulp and gulp until he had emptied it in one go, showing an impressive skill for swallowing, letting out a gasping sigh as he lightly slammed the mug back down on the table, "Aaaaah, so good..." he practically moaned. The first drink of the night was always the best.