02-04-2016, 06:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2016, 06:20 AM by Magikeeper.)
The elf pats the little golem on the head, calling it a "good widdle boy".
The bartender begins working on the second plate of fish, his aging face furrowed in deep thought. He occasionally glanced back towards Mora.
The cloaked woman had clearly been eying Mora's culinary adventure with a mirthful look in her eyes and a friendly smirk on her lips, but any desire the woman had to actually say something had apparently been shelved in favor of listening in to the others' conversation.
The bartender begins working on the second plate of fish, his aging face furrowed in deep thought. He occasionally glanced back towards Mora.
The cloaked woman had clearly been eying Mora's culinary adventure with a mirthful look in her eyes and a friendly smirk on her lips, but any desire the woman had to actually say something had apparently been shelved in favor of listening in to the others' conversation.