<div class="floatright">(https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/35089327_5247588728636540_6124479186338840576_o.jpg?_nc_cat=0&amp;efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&amp;oh=927395e6e4b813113774c3a8bdcad73e&amp;oe=5BB699F4)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rag “Ragsy” Stoutbrew  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291794.msg14326949#msg14326949)<strong></strong></strong></span></span></div><br/>Ragsy laughed at the observation, gesturing to the seats with a folksy enthusiasm that was only half fueled by ale, the other half simply good cheer, “Oh, I’ve only a few hours head start. There’s time enough to catch up if you’re thirsty. Never met any from Juanpa that wasn’t! Well met! I’m Rag Stoutbrew! Everyone calls me Ragsy!”<br/><br/>She looked to Torner as he introduced himself and the girl pondered his question in between several sips from her tankard, “Well, I can not speak one way or the other of the fare here! It is adequate when one has ale to wash it down, but I’ve yet to hear of anyone who came to the Squid for the cuisine! The North Docks does have a stand that serves a great seafood stew! It’s a warm miracle in a bowl, especially the morning after!” Friendly and helpful as she was with local flavor, the archer made no mention of her hometown. From her speech she was most certainly from somewhere in Wivensbent, likely one of the smaller villages by her muddled accent.<br/><br/>Despite her apparent good and earnest nature, when the commotion began between the farmers, she went silent. The huntress drank leisurely from her mug, the drunkards equivalent to innocently whistling while she tried to eavesdrop on the situation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Insight 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Ragsy rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Insight<br/>Result: 5, <br/>Total: 10<br/></div></div>