<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gil Button (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295336.msg14477023#msg14477023)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>25th of Duscar (December), Morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emon, Central District, the Light-Heart Tavern, Brothel, and Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alana; Kirss; kerrison; anyone at all<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waking up in the Light-Heart Tavern.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Stats:</strong>HP: 36, AC 17, PP 15<br/><hr/><br/>it wasn't hard to fall asleep up there; the timbers were broad enough for even a larger halfling to sit easily on, and the warm air from the tavern's fireplaces rose, keeping the space nice and dry. it was the smell of the bacon that woke Gilly, because, well, food. One gummy eye pulled itself open to see the plate balanced on an adjoining rafter, complete with a mouse and... Milk? Gil pulled a face at<em>that</em>. He scooped the mouse up in one hand, the plate in the other.<strong>"You shouldn't eat that, you know, all full of grease and salt. A little bit, and that's all,"</strong>another piece was broken off for the mouse, which stuffed it into a cheek. Gil followed suit, cramming the rashers of cured pork into his own mouth as if they might escape. While still chewing and drawing out the flavor as long as he could, he looked down into the tavern. Somewhat fuzzy, point-tipped ears were very good at picking up the snips of conversations while ignoring the, ahem, sounds of the establishment... usually.<br/><br/><strong>"Lots of people,"</strong>he mumbled aroudn the wad of bacon, tucking the mouse into a fold of the tattered blanket that served as a cloak for Gil; underneath the wolf fur. Gil was puzzled by that, but shrugged and wrapped the pelt around his shoulders, deciding it made him look ferocious, then clambered to his feet, and began walking the network of rafters and supports that led to the stairs, where he could drop safely down and walk the floor like a normal person.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-11-06 00:39:37, Gil (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126210)</div></div><br/><br/>His attention went to the large window, where he could see<em>something</em>going on, though the dust on the outside and the smudges on the inside and Gil's own bleary eyes made it a little difficult to tell<em>what</em>. Gil's brow creased a bit and his hands nearly went to the blades he had tucked under the layers of cloth he wore... but that probably wouldn't go well with Alana. He brushed by one of the scantily-clad barboys; by now the attractive men had become such a familiar sight that Gil didn't bother flushing anymore. he made his way up to the bar, and set the glass of milk down.<strong>"I, uhm, I appreciate the gesture,"</strong>he squeaked, before clearing his throat and affecting a rougher voice.<strong>"And thanks for the bacon, uh, really thanks, but the milk, uh, no thanks."</strong>The tip of his tongue poked out a bit. Gil didn't feel like explaining<em>why</em>milk was a no-go, because no one wants to hear that.<br/><br/><strong>"Something happening outside?"</strong>he asked Alana, looking to the glass window again. And then a surly-looking green-haired elf burst in and stomped for the job posting. Gil smirked and leaned on an elbow.<strong>"Chimneysweep needs new brush, apply on Wexward and seven street."</strong>His jibing was cut short when the tiefling he'd glimpsed just last night reappeared and hopped on a table to begin dancing. Gil... actually turned a little pink under the freckles and looked back at Alana.<strong>"N-new hire? She's pretty."</strong>