<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><br/>Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1438360)<hr/>At Neeral's pat, he reached down to rub her scaly little head affectionately.<strong>"Depends on the bed, some of them are deathtraps."</strong>His cheeks colored a little when she praised him, though it was hard to tell, flush as he still was from the exertion.<strong>"They were just orcs. This one only got me because I was being lazy and complacent. it's too warm here."</strong>Clearly the weather is at fault!<br/><br/>He took Baradis' flask and before the other man told him what it was for, took a good swig from it. if it was brandy, awesome, if it was some sort of topical antiseptic, well, it still goes down the hatch. he passes the flask back and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.<strong>"Thanks, that <em>will</em> help..."</strong>at the talk of orc stew, he put out a hearty laugh and looked like he was about to say something clever, but the pierced muscles in his side suddenly spasmed from the laughter, causing him to cough, then grunt.<br/><br/>When Tamari spoke up, he considered, then moved over to her, easing down to his knees so he was in her reach.<strong>"I think... in case they come back, it is best to be in best condition. Are <em>you</em> okay, small one? I should have been the one in front, you have my apologies."</strong>Tamari got an awkward pat to the head, similar to Neeral, but, obviously, he doesn't know her well enough for the whole boisterous head-ruffle he gives the kobold... Speaking of whom.<br/><br/><strong>"What am I checking out?"</strong>he grumbled, getting back to his feet to see what Neeral was calling out about.