<div class="floatright"><strong>Iorthir Icesong</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=655727)<br/>(http://orig01.deviantart.net/7387/f/2013/086/d/2/snowhero1_copy_by_gugu_troll-d5zf9af.jpg)</div>Iorthir smirks on Evelune's words and replies; "I thank you for compliment that I was man enough in age of five to roll in hay with your mother and knock her up. Without doubt your looks came from mother, so it would not had been unpleasant experience. I just give friendly warning on that drink; it may be sweet but it soon makes you warm and fuzzy and may make you act in manner which you may not remember in the morning. Or in truth<em>not want to</em>remember. Unless one your legs has a hole which connects to your stomach."