<br/><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>Myrina, Anna, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bastion's face flushed red, and not just from the booze, as the brazen barbarian leaned in close and offered to push the limits of his posh posterior, "heheh, well...I guess I'd be a poor scholar if I wasn't willing to...conduct an<em>experiment</em>. Perhaps we can uh...<em>test your hypothesis</em>...later..." he whispered bashfully. However bashful didn't exactly mean innocent. It seemed that the stereotype of these liberated university types being more "open" weren't completely unfounded. He had only been in town for about a week, but there were already a few rumors drifting around about the seemingly wholesome witch boy. Apparently he had yet to refuse a request to bend over for any who've asked so far. Though the exact number of said requests seemed to vary, "oi I'm not a piece of furniture you know..." he protested. Granted if push came to shove he likely wouldn't object to being a bed for two sexy ladies to bang on top of, it just wasn't in him to refuse someone in need.<br/><br/>The wizard's attitude completely changed, however, when Anna joined them and mentioned her research, returning to his more energetic jovialness, "Actually I was thinking of asking if you'd let me join you in your lab sometime. I've taken some classes back at the university, but it was just one of my minor courses, more brewing than proper synthesizing. I figured working with a proper alchemist would be a good learning experience, not to mention I might be able to talk the board into letting me count it towards my credits..." he said. He wanted the chance to research the strange new flora that had started growing in the area, and what better way than with the help of a proper alchemist, "And I'd be happy to sample anything you want. I've built up a pretty good tolerance having tested a lot of my own stuff. You could probably put anything in my mouth and I could swallow it down no problem!" he said with a cheery smile, not a hint of self awareness of what he had just said. He would then demonstrate his point by chugging down his third pint of beer in less than ten minutes with barely a flinch, "Aaah, you know this small town cuisine is actually better than I thought. There's a certain homey, rustic feeling to it. Makes me nostalgic for all the long days working in the fields, eating dinner with the whole family, and reveling in the yearly harvest festival" he cooed, despite having exactly zero of those experiences, more or less just talking out of his hand-printed ass.