[Color=gray][center][h1][Color=silver]M[/color][Color=lightblue]i[/color][Color=cornflowerblue]r[/color][color=green]i[/color][color=mediumpurple]s[/color][/h1] [Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center] [Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling [Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter [Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire [b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Meiyu, Bastion, Gears [@Tae], [PapaOso] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Talis [Color=tan]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment] [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider] [Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots [color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 3 (on hand) [Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently [Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b] [hr] [color=goldenrod]“Either this is the best mead you’ve ever had, sweetheart… or I’m gettin’ tipped for my radiant personality.”[/color] [color=goldenrod]“You ever figure out which it is, you let me know. I’ll keep the good stuff pourin’ just the same.”[/color] Her words induced a soft chuckle from Wendel while his cheeks reddened ever-so-slightly. The mead and his propensity of getting flustered by a woman's honeyed words were now working in tandem. [Color=silver]“I’m an old dwarf, Gears. One that's tasted mead from all around. I hate to disappoint you but it is definitely the latter of the two.”[/color] he replied honestly before turning to witness Meiyu down the mead with unexpected ease. The dwarf briefly raised his eyebrows, impressed by her performance. When she set the tankard down, he couldn't help but momentarily stare at it. [Color=silver][I]Barely lasted a second…[/I][/color] [color=7DBC89]“Wendel,”[/color] she said, making his eyes snap back to her but he refrained from making direct eye contact. [Color=silver][I]Why did she say my name like that?[/I][/color] He could feel the warmth building in his cheeks, and her compliments were far from a remedy to this dilemma. [Color=silver]“I-I-I’d offer it to anyone decent enough… I only wanted a… taste of it. That's all.”[/color] He struggled to say, truly on the brink of inducing a change. Then, just like that, her attention returned to the skittish woman with Bastion. His body relaxed again, and he was thankful there was another focus. [Color=silver][I]I'm cutting it too close. I need a distraction…[/I][/color] His eyes scanned around. The tankard was empty, his gold was light, and leaving abruptly would be quite the rude thing to do. [Color=silver][I]There must be something… Oh![/I][/color] Wendel's eyes landed on the journal lying comfortably on the counter. He normally refrained from adding an entry so early in the day but this morning had been rather eventful. That, and he desperately needed to divide his attention if the mystery woman returned her focus to him. He pulled the journal closer and opened to a fresh new page. [color=7DBC89]“Wendel, want to place a wager? I say it’s cursed. Or alive. Or cursed [i]and[/i] alive.”[/color] [Color=silver]“Her satchel?”[/color] Wendel commented with a glance toward the item in question. At first, he thought little of the travel bag but the way Talis reacted only drew more curiosity to it. If that woman could fly, she definitely would have by the way she fled to the restroom with haste. The dwarf found Talis to be quite the mess, frowning slightly as she demonstrated how strange it would have been for him to leave the bar in the same fashion. The sight of it only proved he made another great decision. With a sigh of relief, Wendel dug unusually deep into his very own satchel strapped over his shoulder, retrieving a shiny chrome-colored pen. His eyes locked onto the black page but he kept his ears perked for conversation. He wouldn't dare be so rude and ignore those in his company. [color=30A4D9]“She forgot her water.”[/color] [Color=silver]“Don’t hang up on it too much, Bastion. The lass might have spilled it with how fast she was moving.”[/color] Wendel commented as he started writing. [Color=silver]“Also… um…”[/color] He attempted to address the woman but realized he hadn't gotten her name. [Color=silver]“[I]Miss[/I], I couldn't wager what that satchel might contain if I wanted to… I only have three gold coins to my name,”[/color] He admitted, using his free hand to jingle his coin pouch shamelessly. [Color=silver][I][u]Wendel has taken the helm again, and I must admit, Eleanor definitely left us with little to work with. I have already spent two coins on mead for my troubles.[/u][/I][/color] Wendel paused as the guilt sank in. [Color=silver][u][I]Wendel has taken the helm again, and I must admit, Eleanor definitely left us with little to work with. I have already spent two coins on mead for my troubles. Sorry.[/I][/u][/color] [/Color]