<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/><strong>"I don't know, wasn't your favorite human that lady who gave you extra helpings of potatoes up in Neverwinter?"</strong>He lifted a brow.<strong>"Or the merchant on the High Road who was so fat he couldn't feel you nipping the purse off his belt?"</strong>He lifts his tankard with a little grin.<strong>"I recall you having lots of favorite humans...But, if you mean <em>me</em>, well..."</strong>He took back a swallow of the beer.<strong>"Always looking for work..."</strong>his grin continued as the little humanoid twirled in her scarves.<strong>"You look <em>very</em> nice... wait... Fat?"</strong>He looked down at his stomach, which is certainly not fat.<strong>"That's pure muscle, frogchaser!"</strong>He tightened the muscles in his stomach as way of demonstration.<br/><br/>The very forward elf caught him off-guard, leaning back just a bit, until it was plain she wasn't planning on stabbing him, throwing magic at him, or accusing him of being her children's father. And he was broke, so no worries for his own coinpurse.<strong>"Ah? Yes, We're here for that, yeah,"</strong>He nodded and set the tankard down on the broadsheet he'd spread out on the bar. His cheeks colored red when the woman began caressing his chest; smooth skin, save for some fine blonde hairs, over taut muscle.<strong>"Er... Have we met?"</strong>he sounded puzzled, to say the least.<br/><br/>The second elf drew his attention then (though he did nothing to stop Vannalys' manhandling of him...)<strong>"The High Forest? That's..."</strong>he pauses in consideration.<strong>"a week and a half on foot; Four days ahorse with a straight ride... yes? We would need dosh for supplies. Plus,"</strong>he glanced at the broadsheet again.<strong>"You've already lost <em>one</em> bunch, I'm not planning on risking my neck for the payment of a beer and a platter of beets, and a promise of some gold after if I don't die."</strong>His brows go up at the woman.<br/><br/>He nodded ar Neeral's stream of questions, reaching his arm out to rub her head affectionately, careful of the sensitive ear-flaps. That hand then dropped to Vannalys' ass, since it's<em>right there</em>. Neeral's calls drew a curious look from him, towards the gnome.<strong>"Ahoy, small one! A friend of Neeral is a friend of mine!"</strong>he announced jovially.