<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.tinypic.com/312tu7p.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Wenceslas "Winnie" Bordeaux</strong></span><br/>Chronicler, Journalist, and World Traveler.<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1738830) HP: 30; AC: 14.<br/><br/>The bartender brought over three clay mugs, set them out in front of the boys, and then filled them with a cold, pungent stout from a glass pitcher.  The bartender took the gold coin, bit it, then pocketed it.  He was about to leave when Winnie added:<br/><br/>”Leave the pitcher, you old cuss!”  Begrudgingly, the bartender set the pitcher near them.<br/><br/>“Will you be wanting anything else, master?” the barkeep asked sardonically.<br/><br/>”Aye!” Winnie replied.  ”For you to leave!”<br/><br/>He smirked, snatching his cup up and turning to face Salvator, but was astonished to find Koba standing in front of him.  Being around Koba was... difficult for a young man.  He had to do a half-pivot at the waist to hide the sudden on-set of an erection.  His assertiveness dissipitated.  His meanness turned to astonished shyness, too.  And Winnie hated it.<br/><br/>”Ah, not this cocktease!” Winnie said under his breath.  He espied the contents of his returned mug skeptically before drinking the rest in one chug.