<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Hart Miiri</span>(http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=71086)<br/><br/><strong>"Why would I want a go after you've had her? I like my fruit fresh, picked straight from the vine if I'm able. The younger the fruit the sweeter the taste. After people have been touching it, it gets all wrinkly and whatnot."</strong>He could not match the guffaw, but he certainly wants to get to know that young lady and see her gyrating in a different fashion. A less-clothed one, if he were coarse enough to mention it.<strong>"And I do not get to Krinol much, I tend to travel more and more as the mobs trying to catch me get closer and closer. It's the risk when you're in my line of business and existence."</strong>He'd wait for the inevitable question.<strong>"Oh, I'm a dragon. An elder eldritch creature with magic to spare and a form that would not fit in this building."</strong>He says it in a very ho-hum manner, as if it could not be more boring. The way people would generally talk about going to market and finding nothing at all on sale.