<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/tb41idxoh/Trappoppy_Goblin_Bust.png)</div><strong>Tictic</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13177423#msg13177423)<br/><em>Outlander Goblin Sorcerer 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Tictic pushed his way into the tavern with a glum expression on his face. He was dressed in a rugged leather tunic and breechcloth and was carrying a<em>massive</em>hammer, the huge head dragging on the ground several feet behind him as he trudged inside.<br/><br/>He was too short to see his friends over the crowd, so he planted the hammer onto it's big rectangular head and shimmied a few feet up the haft like he was climbing a rope. From that vantage, he was able to spot their table in the few moments before he lost his balance and the hammer began to tip over. Tictic rode it down, landing on his feet with a quiet thud, and began trudging over, dragging the hammer behind him.<br/><br/>He arrived just as Aelen was introducing everyone, scowling at him for the suggestion that he was a biter. It might be true,<em>sometimes</em>, but he was really trying to cut down! In his mind, Tictic was using his most menacing expression, but he mostly just managed to look like an angry little puppy. Seeing that he wasn't having the desired effect, his cute little scowl morphed into a cute little pout instead.<br/><br/><strong>"Well I guess <em>somebody </em>made some money today, which is good, 'cause I got nuthin."</strong>He said glumly, climbing into a chair. Seeing that Aelen was in a mood to feed people, he pointed to the spoon and opened his mouth, begging like a baby bird.<strong>"Ahh~"</strong>