A gnome, in unassuming clothes, wandered aroun the lower terraces and walkways of the city of towers. His reasons for being there a mystery to all but himself, and his profile and unassuming posture ensuring no one ever bothered asking. A rainstorm had broken loose, much to Galawayn's annoyance, being soaked in rainwater was always rather annoying, and it was a long way to wherever he was going at the moment.<br/><br/>An awning he passed by seemed rather inviting, even with the rather ferocious-looking velociraptor already standing under it. The gnome sat down on one of the benches and looked over the halfling that appeared to be the large beast's handler. Galawayn had never been an apt reader of people, but the halfling seemed a decent enough sort to him.<br/><br/>"So what brings you here? you don't look like the sort that hangs around in this city often." Galawayn said. He spoke in the common language, acting under the assumption one uncivilized enough to not speak it wouldn't be hanging around in a city like this. Galawayn couln't help talking to someone. Every acquantaince could be useful at one time or another after all. And if it wasn't there was no harm done in not being generally friendly to people.