<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>Mara, Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>TV-PG – Mild Alchol Use<br/><strong>Current Stats</strong>AC 18, Passive Perception 14<br/><br/>Jacen glanced up at Raeni and turned back to his companion with a slight shrug. Certainly the Elf woman didn’t want to be here, given the way she held herself and the curt way she’d dismissed her male servants earlier. “She must have some reason.” He said quietly. The half elf chewed his food some more, stealing a few glances over in the Elven Noble’s direction. He had so many questions about elves lately, but it was pure fancy that some random woman he met in a pub would want to answer them.<br/><br/>The glint of gold on Holly’s toe caught his eye and he turned to look at it. He wasn’t really interested in money, but he doubted it was normal to find a gold ring in the muck left by the working men. “I wonder where that came from?” he said aloud without really meaning to.<br/>