<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/X1aCoVB.jpg?1)</div><strong>Ye'me</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13175920#msg13175920)<br/><em>Courtier Human Barbarian 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ye'me sipped the warm cider slowly, sighing as he rested his pretty face in a delicate looking hand. He did not wear his customary armor, and felt rather exposed without it (ironically enough) because it had been stolen. He wore instead a rather tight white robe that showed off far too well how gently curved the nomad's body was. Rogi had spared him a drink and a meal, and Ye'me hoped it wasn't because the dwarf had seen the young man's tattoos the other day. All of those were covered up now of course, the long hem of the robe and its long sleeves covering the boy's skin, making him look no different from a young female cleric out to aid her first adventuring party.<br/><br/>He pulled his hair back into a ponytail, high on his head as was the custom for men of his tribe, and took another sip of his cider. Where would he find proper armor for an Amazon in this part of the world. He'd come here with such grand intentions to show his mother that men could fight as well as women, and he didn't plan to go home and beg to be allowed to function as a palace ornament again. Thankfully he'd met a few friendly folks here, but that only went so far. And, well, the people who had robbed him had seemed friendly too at first.<br/><br/>He didn't pay much attention to the pretty woman seducing the elf next to him. This sort of thing was fairly normal for him, although normally he was the one tasked with the seducing. "A few weeks of picking flowers?" He sighed forlornly and buried his head in his hands. "This is not the way of a warrior. If only I could find those who robbed me. I would wrestle them to the ground and take my sword back, then we would have no need to rely on others for protection." He banged his fist on the table angrily and took another drink. He sighed again as he saw the cider was empty.<br/><br/>"It is a poor nomad who has run out of drink." He said forlornly, tilting the cup inside down to see if he could find any hidden at the bottom.