<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CthB204.png)</div><strong>Andrea Apaza</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1180223)<br/><em>Acolyte Aasimar Cleric 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">level 1: Bless, Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Guiding Bolt, Protection from Good and Evil, Sanctuary</div></div><hr/><br/>Aelen had his head full of silly worries. Andrea didn't have much room to reassure the elf before he went off tangent with tales of draconic romance. He just chuckled and gave the elf a few more pats on the shoulder.<br/><br/>Ye'me's refusal made him a little dejected, though in a way Andrea did understand his worries. "Okay...  I suppose it is not very warriory," he admitted. It was such an important thing to Ye'me, though if Tictic had been there he probably wouldn't have liked it either now that Andrea thought about it. "I can go pick them alone," he mumbled quietly into the white fluff as.<br/><br/>His eyes were already looking down at the amulet, just on the right height to spot a little halfling girl's approach. "Hmh?" He stared right back, a tiny hopeful smile pushing on his lips. She didn't have that evil scheming look in her, just pure honesty and curiosity -<em>how adorable.</em>"Thank you," Andrea replied when she laid her oversized tankard on the table in front of him. He didn't move to pick it up. He nodded at her introduction, eyes peeling off of the tiny woman and to people behind her.<br/><br/>The dragonborn maid burst into babbling about what friendly barmaids babble about - drinks and help. He tried to nod and thank her and exit her immediate attention to answer Lhii, but Yira proved herself a formidable foe, going on and on, coming close, and putting drinks in your hands. Andrea glanced back at where he had 'left' the halfling when he got a drink from Yira. "Ah, welcome back Zae'el," he said, voice lost beneath the growing chatter. He had some troubles staying afloat in situations like these, but it wasn't all that bad. Watching Aelen tease the tiefling got a giggle out of him. He interjected a 'Hey' an a little hand wave in Aelen's introduction after his name before returning to to being entertained by the noble elf boy playing mommy for the monk.<br/><br/>"Pffft~" Then Tictic too joined them. Andrea stifled his first giggle snort of the evening before a drop of alcohol. "Heh... Sorry. I wasn't listening. What did you say?" He told Ye'me, leaning closer.