<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: Store Staff, Lauriel<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/><em>Alfred, what a shitty elf name…</em><br/><br/>Looking around the room he spoke softly, “Well, Sophie seems to have a plan of ‘distract and divide’ but I’m not entirely sure what we are supposed to do. Except get married. Which I think is much more effort than it is worth…”<br/><br/>Seeing Lauriel with her mouth slackjaw at his crotch hard and half hanging out, he remarked in jest and unease, “Ah hem, I can give you a full tour later if you are interested, but right now I need you to take these…” shaking the pants in front of her face.<br/><br/>Then the very excited Almedia started practically singing to herself a she began to approach the fitting room area. Hearing the a pair of footsteps approach swiftly, Evan looks to the fellow Wood Elf, and began to flag his pants in front of her. “Oberon’s grace! She’s coming! Take these. Get her off somehow.”<br/><br/>…<br/><br/>Yelling out to the store clerks very audibly, and increasingly nervous, "Uhhh, suggestions later, I suppose! Perhaps write them on a list? Measurements first of course!"