<div class="floatright"><strong>Baramos</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1988743)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/fa77V4T.jpg)</div><br/>Baramos walks through the storm, hooded cape on his shoulders which protects from wind and rain best as it can. Even through the cape his shoulders feel moist as he approaches the tavern. As he enters and is approached by halfling. He calmly replies to her; "<em>Martin's Shaken Ale</em>please." As he is guided to the table he picks one the frothy ale mugs and takes sip on the content. He eyes the tavern a bit, dragon's spies could be anywhere and because of that all rebellious and discontented individuals had kept low profile. Spies can be other than kobolds, simply people who want gain dragon's favor or deter disfavor would either one report to kobolds and thus dragons any individuals who showed displeasure or planned something against dragon's regime.<br/><br/>His gaze lingers on Sharielle, in any other life he would had gladly pulled out his lute and played tune or two. All for sake just tease and flirt with Sharielle to get glimpse on those generous 'mugs' without cloth wrapping. But since his hometown was burned down, along with his family and relatives and most his friends, life had tasted like ash in his mouth. His divine patron Desna teaches to appreciate and find beauty in life, but for now his heart was still sore from sorrow he had experienced. But even so he was still a man so thus his imagination and gaze lingered on and pondered more carnal fantasies for period of time before he focused back to tavern and the entrance. Sipping slowly his mug as he waits will other dragonslayers arrive or not.