<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5756174c5fd19d62d50f85a71605adf6/tumblr_omuhihLZVs1utyn51o7_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Holly Merylbrook<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don’t Fall Inn, Upper Deck<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open, Alice, Gretch<br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>unarmored, Passive Perception 13, 10 HP<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Oh, it happens often?"</strong>She sounds... puzzled, but waves her hand.<strong> "I would do the same for anyone, really... but, I <em>will</em> take you up on the offer of dinner."</strong>She smiled and took the stool across from Alice, smoothing down her own skirt, which reveals... well, nothing above the ankle. Somehow the soft coppery fuzz that covers the top of her feet and lower part of her shins has managed ot stay nice and clean, even in this place.<br/><br/><strong>"I thank you, sir,"</strong>she answered Gretch, as she took the stew and ale from the railing, pausing to take a sniff of the dish. She sighs, a happy noise of contentment, then looks across the steaming bowl at Alice. She smiled a bit, and was about to answer, when Alice bent over for... some reason. Holly leaned down, to see what she was doing.<strong>"What is...? Hmmm. I'll get it, hold on."</strong>She slips off of her stool.<br/><br/>With none of the modesty she seems to expect of others, Holly tucked her own skirts up; nothing untoward is flashed, but everyone gets a nice look at the halfling's own shapely legs, well-toned and a little more tanned than one would expect under a skirt. her tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth as she crouches down, extending one leg to try to tease the shiny object out of the mud with the toes of one foot.