<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name</strong>Gil Roseapple<br/><strong>Character location</strong>In a cave<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirss<br/><br/>"Wh-whoah, HEY!" Kirss hooked her finger into Gil's pants and if it weren't for the woven and knotted cords that served as a belt, the trousers would have slipped right off the halfling's skinny hips. As it was, the eladrin got a view of the top of Gil's round little cheeks, pale and freckled a little. Gil slapped her hand away and hiked his pants up, scowling. "Hardly a fair trade, what I've got in my pants is worth ten of what you've got in your shirt. What are you expecting to see, anyway, massive halfling cock?" And Gil poked his tongue out at the green-haired man, being very mature.<br/><br/>"Well, whatever, in<em>my</em>experience people don't like when you show them stolen goods. But that's humans, maybe the knife-ears are different." Another poked tongue towards Kirss, before Gil scooped up the dagger. He slipped it from the scabbard, whistled at how cleanly it cut a curl from the handle of one of his torches, and sheathed it after testing for balance. "This is mine now. That armor would make me feel like I'm wearing an anvil." Of course it<em>wouldn't</em>, but Gil saw clearly the suit was too big, and he already knew the dagger alone was probably worth a small fortune... He might be mercenary, but so were the<em>much bigger</em>people sharing this cave with him... "But if no one here is planning to wear it... it's probably worth a fortune on its own." he smirked. "Could probably buy the whole town of Isselbach with that..."<br/><br/>Eventually, Gil would find a little nook to rest his back into, and with arms curled around his pack of gear and such, would let his eyes close. Gil's bad at "sleeping," but a series of prolonged catnaps works, too.<br/><br/>(and Frog, feel free to just give Gil a dream.)