<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8cAki6ELeo/Vkzi0g3C3_I/AAAAAAAABIk/_joJXams6As/s1600/HalfElf-Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Jacen Elfsen<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don’t Fall Inn, Upper Deck<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>TV-PG – Mild Alchol Use<br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>AC 18, Passive Perception 14<br/><br/>The young priest looked up from his meal at the pale skinned woman with strange orange eyes who addressed him and blinked. His hand went halfway up to his ear, unsure if it was meant to brush the hair away from it or to make sure it was still being covered before it paused and went back down to try and be inconspicuous on the table. It hadn't occurred to him that his lack of appetite could be interpreted as an insult to the chef.<br/><br/>“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with the food!” he blurted out hastily when he realized that the time between her question and his answer was growing uncomfortably long. “I just…have a lot on my mind right now. It’s put me off my appetite is all.” He said. “If he said anything to you, please tell the proprietor I mean no offense.”<br/>