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A tall man, though not at all muscular like most men he had come across so far on the isle, makes his way to the center of Trollsbane with one thought....or well, two. Women and beer. Where he might aquire these two necessities was not hard to find as the tavern, he found, was right there before him...only slightly...south. Once there he feasted his eyes (and hands) on the ladies who served him drinks thoughout the night. He charmed until there was no more charm left in his system and then some for where there is a woman in need, or even not, there was much wooing to be done.

An elf clad in blue walks through the tavern's doors, and looks at the almost drunk person lying on the floor...

Laughs, "same as ever aren't you... i would have immagined you'd find something better than enjoy life's delights"

He looks round at the people, some her recongises, others not... particularly...

A tall, blonde elf woman walks into the tavern, ignoring everything then sits down and orders a cup of elvenwine. She is dressed in a studded leather cowl, chain armor and leggings. She takes off the cowl and glares at the cup of wine, then drinks it all at once wiping of some off her cheek with her arm.