The Paladin would be leaving a dungeon. Holding a treasure chest over his head. His armor stained in blood.. he soft hum escaped his helmet. Not a bad take.. now to sell it.

'I sometimes wonder if I should go back to farming. I mean I helped on farms, I've tagged animals, I enjoy manual labor.. hells I even have a couple of sheep back home.' He signed.

'Well as long as it wasn't an issue with you, then I do not need to worry..' He signed slightly for a before titling his head a bit. 'Wait.. how long have you been around for? When did you get back?'

Últa would take a moment to make a new bath of tea. Something warm on a fairly cold and windy day.

The Paladin would stare at Bernard blankly for a moment, his head titling slightly to the side. He wasn't sure why he was struggling to tell him. Últa would twist his hand a bit as if to tell him to go on and finish his sentence.

He couldn't help but continue to poke his beans for just a little while longer. Till he had his fill, Últa would soon let him go. 'I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just saw them and I had the opportunity, so I took it.' He signed.

⧗ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞." 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀 ⧗ || #𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰 || ❤︎ & ↻

" Greetings, Traveller It is an honor meeting you. I am Cerestia, Guardian of these woods and life~" –———————————————

I am being sexualized again and I won't stand for it!

//Had a good time with this game

🪓 Good afternoon everyone. I decided to not go to work today and travel to local Applebee's

'No.' He signed.

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He would slowly raise his head. One of his helmet horns left a hole into the drywall. The Paladin would gently dust himself off for a moment, before turning his head to look at Bern. 'What are the other things..' He signed.

He would soon flip the nearest table. 'Gods damn it!' The Paladin signed, before pressing his head against the wall. 'I'm only twenty seven..' He signed with a single hand.

'Yea Bern. I am very aware that you're not straight. I'm pretty sure more than half of my friends aren't straight, but that's not what I am asking. I need you to answer the question.' He signed.

'Be straight with me Bern. Am I a dilf?..' He signed slowly.

'Be honest with me am I a dilf?..' He signed. 'How do I reduce being a dilf?'

'I was called a dilf..' He slowly signed.

' Honestly. Sundresses are my thing. If a lady in a flowing sundress asked me to burn down a kingdom, I would have no issue doing so.' He signed while nodding his head.

'Would anyone like some tea?' He signed.

🪓 It's storming bad. Oh well got to work. Have a wonderful night everyone

'Just woke up. What did I miss?' He signed followed by a soft yawn.

The Paladin would yawn softly as slowly stumbles into his inn room. Shutting the door behind him. Several moments have passed before the sound of metal and leather hits the wooden floor. The clinks of his helmet bounced across the room.

🪓 Oh fuck me (Don't, take out to dinner first.) I just checked my boots and they finally got breached. Damn all. Well they served a good 5 years. Need to get a new set of tac Irish setters.

🪓 Not me blushing and kicking my feet become someone said my Spanish is pretty good. Today was a good day at work.

Últa would step outside of the tavern, closing the door behind him carefully, before reaching into his jacket to grab a cigar out from a pocket. He didn't hesitate to lightly it, before lifting up his helmet, placing it between his lips and blowing out his nose. -

'More energy potions please' He signed.

Vance would raise his head for a moment, glancing at the bundle with the crystal in it. "Tinder. But.. I assume that's not what you're asking." He would reach for his pouch to place it in view. "Element crystals. This small piece is known as a shard. It just produces a small flame."

" . . . " Seeing the grabby hands, he would reach down with both hands to grab ahold of his arms. Soon using his thumb to poke each toe bean he had. A soft giggle escaped his helmet.

The Paladin would leave the inn. Switching out his armor with 'last year' design. It was so much warmer.

🪓 My depression is acting up, and I kinda just want to lay in bed. But I have to work in five hours. So I guess I'll jump start and get up. Rent it due and I don't plan on being late.

'My tummy hurt' He signed

'Relationships are nice. But I am the jealous type. Even if I don't show it at first. Últa signed.

The Paladin would find a tree to sit under. Just enough cover to protect him from the rain.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• You should buy ALL our stuff! •°*”˜.•°*”˜

'Boobs' He signed

🪓 I want to see this happen

🪓 Going to taco bell later

'Who is hungry?' He signed.

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The Paladin would soon wake up. Feeling the heavy rain hit his armor. Glancing around to see the storm has arrived. ' . . . ' Maybe he overslept a little..

The Paladin would slightly collapse against the wall. Falling asleep rather quickly.

The Paladin would stare up at her for a moment. He had a surprised look on his face as he didn't expect to see her here. Opening his mouth to speak but would soon close it back up. It seems he was back to being nonverbal once again. 'I am just passing through.. thought I would sit down for -

Últa continued to be silent. He seemed frustrated but a soft sigh escaped his lips. He would glance around the room for a moment before scratching his face trying to figure out how he could explain what happened. "There was an argument with someone in the room over.." He simply said.

The Paladin would burst from his inn room. Making his way to the guild hall after a priority quest.

Últa would grab a couple of drinks and snacks before heading back into his room.

Últa would give a gentle nod as he watched the Moogle step inside. Once she made her way completely in, the highlander would soon close the door right after.

By the time he would return, Últa tried to make the room a bit more presentable. But it was still utterly a mess. He would watch him carefully, his eyebrow raised slightly as he would cross his arms. Waiting a few moments before pointing underneath his eye with a questioning look.