<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/be/31/7d/be317d04650c159e24fe4275c1f3cd7b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Taran Wulftarn</strong></span></span><hr/>Taran just shrugged as his hand was removed, and rested his elbow on the bar instead. He listens to the discussion over pay and the like; he's not impressed with the offer either, but knows that literally<em>anyone</em>here would be better at negotiating the price than him. He picked up one of the little roasted potatoes the tavernkeeper served, taking a bite.<strong>"Did you happen to catch sight of any foes, on the road or at the tower? I don't know how to handle a magical building, I'll leave that to..."</strong>he glances down at Vannalys' mostly-exposed breasts,<strong>"my friends. And Neeral here could probably disassemble the damn thing rock-by-rock and build you a nice fenced cottage. But flesh, bone, steel? That's what <em>I'm</em> good at. What's out there?" </strong>