<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5756174c5fd19d62d50f85a71605adf6/tumblr_omuhihLZVs1utyn51o7_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Holly Merylbrook<br/><strong>Location</strong>Don’t Fall Inn, Upper Deck<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open, Alice<br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>unarmored, Passive Perception 13, 10 HP<br/><hr/><br/>Holly had had business in the town earlier this week; she could sustain herself off hte land, perhaps, but she wasn't adverse to helping her fellow halflings in Two Fords with their assorted aches, pains, and whatnot. And if they insisted on pressing a silver into her palm as a token of gratitude for her visit, well.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, today the ferry was delayed, so her journey back across the river was going to have to wait. In the meantime, it had been a while since ale had crossed her lips, and the Don't Fall Inn had a reputation of being the only damn tavern in town, so that was that.<br/><br/>The halfling had been minding her own business, nursing that ale and a plate of potatoes. All the chatter of the upper floor swirled around her, not penetrating; it had been that kind of day. She was mid-quaff when the oddest sight came up the stairs. Her hazel eyes followed the young woman for a moment. From toe, to hip, to hair, then back down.<br/><br/>Surely she would notice... at least because of the draft? ...No? Nothing? Holly set her lips in a firm line and slipped from her stool, bare feet padding against the floor on her way towards Alice. Without much of a fuss about it, she simply tugged the woman's skirts down - Holly's height meant she didn't have to stoop to do so, and hopefully wouldn't draw too many odd looks - any more than the flashes of thigh had already done. " There we go... Long in the saddle, miss?" she quipped, "Or just happy to be here?" The halfling's thick auburn brows rose, a smile playing on her face.