<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/af/9b/e7af9bca1b1ced9b769f118e91d8de3b.jpg)</div>Ser Darius Brightwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16108540#msg16108540)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction</strong><br/><hr/>Darius, his cheeks gaining a dusting of pink due to Frore's teasing, opened his mouth to respond, only to tense as the oddest sensation swept across his mind.  The mental communication, for that was what it was, instinctively drew his gaze to the short woman that had chosen a table nearby and was now contemplating how best to get in the chair that was a size too big for her.  While the effort to speak to them felt... well, a little invasive, it was no different than how the man with the bull-like horns had made his presence known before.  The content of the message, however, concerned him a bit.  What did she mean by that?  Before he could question her or think on it further, Frore was apparently replying to a message of her own, while helping the smaller lady into her seat.<br/><br/>"Don't fall for her crocodile tears, miss," he replied to Frore's overly dramatic declaration regarding his supposed cruelty.  "Frore is a trickster and shameless minx, mark my words."  Damn his face for smiling despite his words, because his friend was right; he'd have left if he truly hated her behavior long before now.  He had no idea what the bard said, of course, but it wasn't addressed to him anyway.  That's when he noticed another new arrival, making them the latest addition to this strange place.  What he noticed<em>next</em>was what she was wearing, causing his already pink cheeks to gain even more color before he swiftly turned his gaze elsewhere.<br/><br/>"So... is anyone else thirsty?  I could use a drink."  He then got up and headed for the bar, leaving his hammer, gauntlets, backpack, and saddlebags with Frore.  Gods above, what next?  A succubus, perhaps?  Some sort of nymph?  "Pelor give me strength."  He smiled at whoever was manning the counter.  "Yes, ale please.  Some of that wonderful stew I smell wouldn't go amiss, either."  He glanced back at the others.  "And whatever they'd like, too.  I don't mind paying for a round of drinks and something to eat."