<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Z1PqKiV.png)<br/><strong>Ye'me</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14165511#msg14165511)</div></div>The only thing that miffed Ye'me at the moment was this wizard's (he was totally a wizard, who else has a beard like that?) stubborn insistence to not buy him ale. Everything else was going fine! He was accompanied by a band of stalwart and proper men (finally!) with a real woman to lead them! All was finally starting to make sense now that this group was forming together.<br/><br/>And their band grew! A rather pretty young man with long flowing hair approached. Ye'me smiled at him "Of course, what sort of evil doer would help an old man in trouble?" He asked, the simple morality as far in philosophy as the barbarian usually went. He gazed at the boy for a moment before reaching out and gingerly pulling a strand of hair behind an ear. With proper styling and the right makeup...well, they could discuss that on the road. He had the makings of a proper man, he just needed some help, Ye'me decided. Probably just raised in the wrong part of the world.<br/><br/>The green haired man seemed put off by something but Ye'me couldn't figure out what. But no time for that! On to adventure!<br/><br/>Meo's introduction was simply responded to with a happy "Well met!" And another approving look at his very masculine and well styled pink hair.<br/><br/>Arrian's departure earned a chuckle from the barbarian. "Ah just like a man to run off shopping when there's adventure to be had." He said with a good natured chuckle. "Hurry!" He called out after him. "We'll try to save some fame and fortune for you!"<br/><br/>It took a moment for Ye'me to realize where Gil's voice was coming from. Finally he thought to look down. "Ah, hello little one." He said, bending over at the waist, placing his hands on his knees. From this angle it was more obvious that Ye'me's chest was not nearly as developed as his generously padded armor made it look. Ye'me liked the look of this fellow, small and fairly well kept. Another with the makings of a proper man. "Of course your sword is welcome! It's not the size, it's how you use it after all!" He said, not realizing that he was making an unwitting double entendre. He then straightened back up.<br/><br/>"Of course Madame." Ye'me dipped respectfully as the half-orc said she would wait outside. "Allow me, please, Madame." He rushed ahead and held the door open for her, showing the proper respect as she walked outside. He would continue to hold it open for the others and finally go outside himself.<br/><br/>As the trek began Ye'me was in high spirits. He didn't slow down at all no matter how long they walked, seemingly very hard to tire out. He didn't walk with the most nimble manner, but with a very determined one. He also paid close attention to this companions, coming to their aid if any seemed to need it at once, and especially sensitive towards the half-orc who he had clearly decided was the party leader. The only he seemed to show disdain for was the woman who had run outside before everyone else.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative 13</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Yeme rolled: 1d20, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment: initiatve<br/>Result: 12, <br/>Total: 13</div></div>