
Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:36 am
Ehaism rides on top of the wagon and naps whenever he can get away with it. (As difficult as napping may be considering the rough terrain the wagon is now rolling over) Ehaism feels terrible, and wants his wounds to heal as much as possible before they encounter another horrible-monster-that-will-kill-them-all.
Ehaism is completely oblivious to the attention the Elf woman is paying to him. Ehaism considers himself a great romantic-- a virile lover of many women. He loves ladies of every tail-type, scale-color, claw-structure, and sagittal-crest-shape-- in other words, he is only into Lizardkind women.
If someone sat down and explained to him feature-by-feature why she is considered beautiful by elf/human standards, and reminded him how unusual it is for a female to be wearing so little clothing outdoors, he might sort of understand, but he certainly isn't going to pick up on any hints.