<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Sophie? Lauriel<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">~Legend~</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blue text= Common   Green Text= Elvish   Pink Text= Sylvan   Italics= <em>Thoughts</em></div></div><hr/>Feeling a *yoink* from his perch on the bench, Sophie grabbed him by the arm, bringing him and Lauriel into the store. As he was being pulled, his quarterstaff fell onto the ground. He cast Mage Hand to pull the staff behind him, never quite getting to his hands as they entered. The magical cantrip broke the concentration of the gawking children who were previously marveling at the clothing, who then jumped back as a 'floating stick' also entered the high class clothier.<br/><br/><em>Damn is Sophie a mind-reading rogue? Say her name three times and she appears...</em><br/><br/>Being dragged about by the fair-skinned maiden, listening to her boastful claims, he whispers over to Lauriel in Elven, "Pardon my Common, but 'married' means to become betrothed right?"<br/><br/>As the two Wood Elves were released from a monkey vice of the lively lady, he reached his left hand forward as his staff flew into his palm with a *twip.* Watching the hasty and distracting display of the sisters, he also asked the Wood Elf, "So, who's getting married? Are we invited? This mission was supposed to be about cake..."