<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Team 2, Lauriel + Baker<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">~Legend~</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blue text= Common   Green Text= Elvish   Pink Text= Sylvan   Italics= <em>Thoughts</em></div></div><hr/><br/>Evan leered at Sophie as she ate her piece, Who then grabbed himself a medium cake and a spoon and proceeded to eat one. "Grrr... I'll eat your pie..." he said with a grimace...<br/><br/>"Wait..."<br/><br/><em>Describe it huh?</em><br/><br/>"It was eaten quickly."<br/><br/><em>Eat that...</em><br/><br/>As he munched on his cake, he replied between bites, mainly to Lauriel, "Well for such a volume of cake, *munch* there had to *nom* be breadcrumbs, be it proverbial or literal,  *gulp* so we should start *gnaymm* at the point of entry." Turning to the baker, “Was there any sign of breach? Most bandits like to plunder booty with a forced entry into someone’s rear.”<br/><br/><em>Man, is there a language spell?…</em><br/><br/>"EHEM! Perhaps someone can communicate with the natives to see if the townsfolk have anything to contribute. I can instead help search around the place to check any clues."