<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/o6TsIj1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eran Whispermouse (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295336.msg14507086#msg14507086)<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>Gil, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Stats:</strong>HP: 24 / 24 || AC: 16<br/><hr/><br/>As the diminutive cleric awaited her meal order she began to take in her surroundings a bit more, the big folk, the atmosphere of the tavern and the sight of the bulletin board on the far wall. She was ill prepared for another patron to introduce themselves to her. In her mind she screamed to herself that her first reaction should not, under any circumstances, be 'I didn't do it, it wasn't me, you can prove nothing'.<br/>Instead she took in the sight of another halfling, the brown-haired freckled one she had spotted earlier talking to the horned entertainer.<strong>"O-oh, really?"</strong>she asked, a little confused by the sudden statement of mug throwing. Was the boy boasting to impress her?<strong>"Do they ever catch that it was you throwing them? Or were they far enough away you were able to nail them without noticing? And it's not my first time in the city, I've visited before but <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">it's my first</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">time in this part</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">of town</span>."</strong>The girl trailed off, a little embarassed at admitting that she was indeed new to the area.