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Elza laughed a little. "That's true. There are some people who just never learn, do they?"

She glanced down at Tilly and smiled a little. "It sure is. You should feel it from this side, having them roll around inside your belly." When the doll went still, she turned back to Mori, she saw the woman finishing her soup and gave her a little smile. "Would you like to feel as well?"

Elza gave a small, slightly nervous smile. "Well, I...don't usually allow it, but it's fine. Honestly, I haven't run into that many people I've felt comfortable enough with lately." She turned and sat back a little so Mori would have better access. Sitting quietly, she focused on the feel of her babies inside her and felt one shift. Quickly, she gently grabbed Mori's hand and moved it to the spot. "Right here. Feel it?"

Elza chuckled a little. "Well, one can't go through the world completely without friends, now can they? And so far, I like you and Tilly." She released Mori's hand, giving it a small pat. She gave an affectionate smile, looking down at her belly. "You should feel it from my perspective. I've only been able to feel them for a few weeks, but it's amazing."

Elza smiled a little. "It's alright. Hmm. Parenthood isn't for everyone, I suppose, but I've always wanted to be a mommy. Of course, I always imagined I'd have the support of all my sisters to help me, but...." She shook her head, pushing away such thoughts. "So...are the two of you going to be staying in town for a while? Or will you be moving on soon?"

Elza gave a bit of a smile. "Thanks. I'm going to do my best. I've fought for them this long, I'm not about to stop."

She was slightly surprised when Tilly jumped back to life on her belly, but gave the little doll a smile. "Really? Well, I'm no expert, of course, but you already seem really good to me. Of course, I suppose there's always room for improvement. I hope it works out for you."

(Woah woah, take it easy there you two. No need to steamroll ahead and leave everybody in the dust. 3nodding )

"Fine but you're gonna be the one cleaning it up if it shits anywhere on my bar..." Morgan comments, disappearing into the kitchen. A moment later he returned and placed the turkey leg in front of the bird.

Suddenly another rowdy cheer shattered the polite conversations around the bar as the arm wrestling champ defeated yet another challenger. Flexing in triumph the champ yelled in orcish at the orc he'd just put on the floor with a sprained wrist. While most patrons didn't understand orcish, it was clear that the champ had just insulted the challenger.

Before tempers could flare and start a brawl, the mysterious orc put her... or rather her bodyguard's foot down on things. Nodding her approval, the half-ogre stood and grinning stupidly stomped over to the arm wrestling ring. At nearly seven feet tall, it was a wonder Runk had fit through the door.

"Runk challenge." The half-ogre states bluntly.

(OOC: yay finally made my character. xD lol Oh and for fun, picture Julie Andrew's voice every time Scrillo speaks. razz lol)

At the bar he sat, mint green eyes peering into the rune carving tome he carried with him. The man looked to be a well seasoned traveler, one that wandered the world and the winds but his outfit might have mistaken him for some common squire.

His eyes and the snow white scarf stood out the most if people decided to get close enough to inspect. Especially as one of the tails was the head of a furry faced dragon. Chestnut Brown hair partially covered his eyes upon his cute and rugged face. Propped up, next to him, against the bar was a well weathered hunting spear. It looked fragile enough to break, but the blade was well taken care of. Upon closer inspection, and towards the hilt, three monster fangs hung on a thick braided rope. Each one carved with a strange looking rune, each one somewhat glowing in the soft light of the bar.

Max was busy studying his profession to really care about the brutes arm wrestling, bars were usually filled with drunk patrons trying to see who was stronger. A burst of cheers filled the room, followed by the sound of another person, possibly a woman, stepping up to challenge the table.

"What are you looking for Max?" the white dragon head spoke in a regal and motherly tone. Icy horns just from her head, and even though her muzzle was furry it was rather beautiful, as well as the pair of icy, crystal blue dragon eyes that seemed to focus on the tome before the young Blood Magus.

"Hmmm?" Max glanced up from his reading and stared at the dragon. "Oh nothing in particular Scrillo. Every now and again I like to study the runes. So I don't mess up." he replied in a sultry handsome serious tone of voice.

Being pulled from his reading he glanced about the bar. It was his first time in this location but it was packed tonight. Men were flirting with the well endowed and curvy wenches, and there appeared to be a few pregnant, vastly, women in this place. How odd, pregnant women in a bar? That was a new one.

Come to think of it he hadn't really ordered anything yet, and began to look around to see if one of the wenches, or the bartender, was available to take his order. Max didn't have much money, seeing how he spent most of it making his way to this strange town. Though all he needed to do was sell a few charms, and possibly hunt a monster or two for some coins.

Scrillo silently watched, as if she was protecting the young man. Both of them were close friends, yet it must have looked strange seeing a dragon's head and tail make up the tails of a scarf that hung around his neck. Max wasn't one for attention, but it just seemed that his unique eye color and the dragon around his neck always seemed to draw attention to himself.

Hopefully no one else would notice him, he was tired and not really in the mood for casual conversation. Yet he would if he was forced into one, because it was rude to just ignore someone after all.