<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 snorted across her beer, disturbing the foam with the force of her derision. She’d heard a number of tales from the locals but it had all sounded like tales of grumpkins skulking in the dark. Helping doddering old farm keepers was not a task in her wheelhouse. She sipped at her beer while her very newly met companions indulged the farmer.<br/><br/>And then, even a good natured elf girl got into the mix! Ragsy was tempted to ask the bard if the gathering was here with him. She had experienced cabaret and theater while she dined but the Whiskered Squid was not the sort of place she expected to experience it again!<br/><br/>Ragsy turned her most of her attention back towards her beverage... Until, of course, there was mention of the farmer’s son. Then she  pulled up her hood and finished her drink as if it had suddenly occurred to her that she had important business, though what business a tanner who had already sold all of her stock remained to be seen. In a moment she was across the tavern and at the back of the growing party, “How far?”<br/><br/>As inclined as the huntress was to let people sort out their own messes, when it came to kids, she was considerably more free with her time. Even if it was just the ravings of an old man, or something more sinister, the boy would need help.