<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name</strong>Gil Roseapple<br/><strong>Character location</strong>In a cave, feeling exposed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirss, Ye'Me, Alrun<br/><br/>Gil did a double-take at Ye'me when the "ma'am" is spoken. Gil looks puzzled, then blushed red and scowled, tugging his natty old cloak a little more rightly around himself, pulling a sash of moth-nibbled fabric tight around his middle as he did. "Don't call me ma'am," he mumbled quietly, though Ye'me persisted with talk of keeping Gil safe and comfortable - which got the barbarian a frustrated (but fairly ineffective, he<em>is</em>a halfling) smack across the thigh, before Gil stalked off towards the fallen demon-elf thing.<br/><br/>"Doesn't answer why we're sprouting cheap gems," he mumbled to Alrun, still a bit put out by having been "discovered," and still pretending like he<em>wasn't</em>. With the absolute shamelessness of someone who's stolen from orphans in order to eat, Gil begins liberating the corpse of its material goods; the armor, that big honking mace, surely it has some gold somewhere... "Great, just great, knew it was too good to be true..." Gil grunted, dragging the heavy mace over to one side, letting it fall with a thump. "Visit a cave, get rich, no problem! Why do I ever listen to the tallfolk, blood can't reach their brains..." Trying to pretend that Ye'me's continued stare wasn't something he noticed, like wondering what the redhead might be thinking wasn't slowly becoming more distracting... "Ugh!" Gil huffed for no apparent reason, tossing the king's helm next to his mace, before stalking off again.<br/><br/>"Did Ayvanus the half-elf king have a wallet, or something?" Gil asked Alrun, clearly annoyed at the not-a-wizard. "I don't know about you, but a little gold makes for a better meal than magic berries... Uh, no offense," he mumbled to Kirss... Who then offered her chest for inspection. Smirking, Gil hooked a finger into the V of her top, tugged down and peered at what might be hidden beneath. "Well, it's bound to be better than taking that mace to the breastb- to the<em>sternum</em>," Gil corrected<em>himself</em>, not wanting to mention breasts, suddenly. He gave the gem a little tap with his fingernail before letting go of Kirss' shirt. "Worst part is if we even managed to yank them all out, i'll bet we couldn't even get a night's worth of horsefeed for the bunch of us." Gil then nodded in agreement with the eladrin. "Yeah, that's a good plan... But you'll have to ask nicer to see my backside." Gil smirked briefly, but hten promptly found somewhere to settle that backside to pout, occasionally glancing at Ye'me.