<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gil Button (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295336.msg14477023#msg14477023)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>25th of Duscar (December), Morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emon, Central District, the Light-Heart Tavern, Brothel, and Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alana; Kirss; kerrison; anyone at all<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waking up in the Light-Heart Tavern.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Stats:</strong>HP: 36, AC 17, PP 15<br/><strong>INITIATIVE:</strong>15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126468)<br/><hr/><br/>Gil would take a helping of biscuits or something along with some water or short beer. Crumbs spilled out as he spoke, shrugging,<strong>"Who's panicking? if something comuphff, ahem,"</strong>he took a drink, gulping hard as the biscuit takes a long time to go down.<strong>"...If something does come up, they'll just get their butts kicked..."</strong>Gil sounded confident, but not particularly enthusiastic. Talking about Kerri behind the Tiefling's back was a good distraction.<strong>"Wait, that's, I mean he's a... Oh. Huh..."</strong>Gil watched Kerri dance a moment longer, freckled cheeks growing red as all sorts of interesting thoughts started to develop. Unfortunately it was pretty plain that Gil had no good way to follow through on such thoughts, and so he just started working on another biscuit.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"Couldn't 'fford it nohow..."</em></span>came the quiet mumble.<br/><br/>Gil<em>did</em>catch Kirss' activities with Milana, and snickered, calling over,<strong> "Usually pawing like that means you're looking to hire, not work, Chimneysweep."</strong>Gil's topaz-hued eyes gleamed with amusement. He wasn't sure he could expecially blame the pent-up elf boy, that pair did look awfully cozy, but it was a good way to pull his mind off Kerri's shimmying tail end.