<div class="floatright">(https://s14.postimg.org/uaoqapckx/Bard.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Bard</span></span><br/>Human Jobber<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The only decent bar on the hill<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Erza, Anabelle, Xilupha, Talia<br/><hr/><br/>Attention momentarily drawn from the arm wrestlers by a leering catcall from nearby that went slightly too far, Bard cuffed the tipsy fellow upside the head in reprimand, more reflexively than anything. He glanced briefly in the direction of the half-elven slave as she approached to bar, then to where her mistress was sitting with yet another exotic looking individual. If his mother hadn't taught him better, he'd probably have stared. He held no love for slave owners, though he couldn't deny that it appealed to a certain part of him all the same. Some urges were probably better left unexplored.<br/><br/>With so many attractive women around, his thoughts wandered to Talia, a girl from the village he'd met the first day he'd arrived. She wouldn't lose to any of them either. He wondered what she was up to. No doubt she was out enjoying the festival somewhere. Hopefully, the boys he'd told off the other day left her alone. He'd caught them glaring at him a couple of times, no doubt still angry at him for getting in their way, though as yet, none had been brave enough to try him, fortunately. Last thing he needed was a roll in the dirt with some hopped up village kid.<br/><br/>