<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/X1aCoVB.jpg?1)</div><strong>Ye'me</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13175920#msg13175920)<br/><em>Courtier Human Barbarian 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ye'me eyed Titic's hammer as the little goblin approached. He had offered to 'carry' it for him, by which of course he meant use it in combat because he could actually lift it, but no, the little goblin was adamant on waddling around with it like a child trying to carry his father's sword. Being reminded that the only real weapon anyone in their group had was one that person could barely lift did nothing to raise Ye'me's spirits.<br/><br/>But Andrea's sadness at having his idea rejected made the barbarian feel sympathy. He reached out and placed a hand on the young man's very fluffy shoulders and rubbed it gently. "I am sorry friend, but I was not made for herbalism." He tried to explain, feeling that his words weren't making his intentions well known again. "And without my arms and armor I feel so very worthless." He once again eyed Tictic's hammer.<br/><br/>To the halfling woman who joined them Ye'me simply said, "We came here as anyone does, to win our fortunes in the new world. And now look at us." He hung his head, ashamed.<br/><br/>He joined Malaki's toast to new friends and adventure, but only half-heartedly, as he was not entirely convinced they would ever see a real adventure, and would end up serving drinks for a few coppers until they could afford their weapons back. What a depressing thought!<br/><br/>Aelen and Zae'els adorable cuddling did not raise his spirits, but Aelen's words certainly did. His confidence in the barbarian made Ye'me feel little like himself again, so much so that he completely overlooked the total irony of the fact that his 'armor' actually left him so exposed that he may as well be naked by most standards. "Aye," He said, "I will protect you all I can, with or without my arms. That is for all of my companions." He boasted. "Any who wishes harm to you will have to go through me!" It probably would have been more impressive if it hadn't come from a rather feminine, pretty thing with his wavy red hair up in a high ponytail that bounced so cutely as he pounded his fist on the table, and perhaps even morseo if he hadn't practically been wearing a dress at the time. Still, his spirit was obvious, at least.<br/><br/>He heard Tictic's lament and reached out to pat the goblin on the shoulder. "That appears the case for all of us friend." He glanced down at the hammer yet again, and opened his mouth to ask to use it, but then thought better of starting a fight over that again and decided to wait until later.<br/><br/>Yira's talk of stronger drink, however, made the barbarian perk up quite a lot, a very pretty grin spreading across his even prettier face as she promised booze so strong he wouldn't recover for days. "Ah yes, some of that if you have it!" He said enthusiastically. He seemed rather complimented to have been mistaken for a lady though.<br/><br/>He would join Tictic's enthusiastic response to being asked to do a real job. "Yes, yes Hyscrown, name the task and you shall have it done, if you offer a suitable reward, and perhaps a few pieces of equipment up front..." he mumbled, realizing how poor he sounded.