WindCrystal
First Post
Amien, not having found much of a way to respond to conversations, due most of the tavern has funneled over to the table with free food that he has preferred to shy away from with his lack of appreciation for finer higher class living and a one on one between good Dwarven buddies he wasn't going to ruin, the sight of the stunning reddened haired presence leaving him just as advertised: stunned. It would be a confession that he's flustered by the figure and complexion.
Knowing that there is much honor in bravery and not wanting to hear voices from his conscious coaching him with the most precise of hindsights, he stands up and opens his mouth... And after seeing the her being drawn to another table, Amien stretches his arms upwards and lets out a fake yawn to hopefully make people think he just needed a stretch. He sits back down, and tells Grog he needs a stronger drink all of a sudden.
Amien turns again, to see that somebody is apparently having a rant with himself as his audience. He turns back to Grog, and corrects his order, "A lot stronger."
Knowing that there is much honor in bravery and not wanting to hear voices from his conscious coaching him with the most precise of hindsights, he stands up and opens his mouth... And after seeing the her being drawn to another table, Amien stretches his arms upwards and lets out a fake yawn to hopefully make people think he just needed a stretch. He sits back down, and tells Grog he needs a stronger drink all of a sudden.
Amien turns again, to see that somebody is apparently having a rant with himself as his audience. He turns back to Grog, and corrects his order, "A lot stronger."