<a class="username" data-user-id="34273" data-username="@Ahlanna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34273/">@Ahlanna</a><br/><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px">White Winged Griffon - Common Room</span></b><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://geekandsundry.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/gnome.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 15px">Nocknoss </span></a><span style="font-size: 15px">was grateful for the diminishing crowd as the day began to wind down in Yartar.  At nearly 4 foot tall, he was big for a gnome but all but invisible on a busy, human filled street.  He had a very productive day as he had not only found much of the story behind the sigil, he had found a way in to potentially rescue poor Lo'anta.  In fact he wore a copy of that very symbol on his cloak as he made his way to the White Winged Griffon.  He was exhausted and would simply have to find Ix tomorrow as he couldn't imagine where she would end up.  Nock's choice of the Whitewings, as it was called locally was a bit more pragmatic than his erstwhile party companion's, he was cheap.  Technically, he tended to spend his coin on materials and supplies for whatever gadget he was making that day, which often left little for niceties.  The artificer spent gold on magic and mechanisms like an addict on silkroot.  So he was both surprised and elated to find none other than </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.postimg.cc/gJ0Vkpy7/hc-sw-ordsaint-2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 15px">Ixana Comorran</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px"> right there in the common room.  Though if he were honest with himself, he was so infatuated with the shapely human, he was almost always elated to see her, among various less wholesome emotions.  Though he often felt the beautiful young lady of quality, barely knew he existed.  But this was his chance to be the hero and he felt a little jolt of extra confidence as he scrambled up onto the chair next to her.<br/>
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"Fancy meeting you here!  I'd about given up finding you before morning but here we are."  He said with a smile just before he ordered a warm ale and whatever 'the lady' wanted from the dreary looking owner.  Once the old man left to get their drinks he pushed the shoulder with the sigil forward, "look familiar?"  He asked, his sense of pride growing as he began to tell her how he had looked about the various smithies in the city.  "Thens I see one where theys is makin' shackles as plentiful as horse shoes."  He looks around to make sure no one is eavesdropping on them.  "So I's show em how quick and nifty I can make da locks and next thing I know I gots meself a job."  He is practically beside himself with glee, leaning in close to keep his voice down, with the added advantage of placing his small face that much closer to Ix's ample cleavage.  <br/>
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He paused as his ale was delivered in a pint that he struggled to lift, opting finally to just tip it as it sat on the table and let it pour into his mouth, spilling a fair amount on his face and the table.  He wiped it on his sleeve then came in close again.  "I got a plan to get you in and together we can rescue Lo and get the hell outta here."  He offered, eager to play the hero but wondering just how keen she would be on his plan once she heard the details.  </span>