Oscare grabs the poster off the wooden stall, staring very hard at the person in the photo. It wasn't a stare of attraction or awe, it was one of thought.
"Haven't I seen this girl somewhere...?" The blonde hair and face was familiar enough, but the body was a fuzzy outline of someone else -- wait!
Edda? Well, the name is scrawled in huge red ink on the bottom. But this was strange, Edda never seemed to be the type to take outwardly skeevy photos like this. Maybe the man just didn't know enough about her...
He quietly folds and stashes the poster into his belt.
"Haven't I seen this girl somewhere...?" The blonde hair and face was familiar enough, but the body was a fuzzy outline of someone else -- wait!
Edda? Well, the name is scrawled in huge red ink on the bottom. But this was strange, Edda never seemed to be the type to take outwardly skeevy photos like this. Maybe the man just didn't know enough about her...
He quietly folds and stashes the poster into his belt.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
