(http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/seriphmichael/rsz_a_male_elf_face2.jpg)<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><em><strong>Lysander</strong></em></span>--Character sheet- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2375187#msg2375187)-  HP:9<br/><br/><em>The people around here all look strange to me... So many races blending in together, Ive not seen a gathering like this for some time, could this be about the posts I've seen scattered about?</em><br/><br/>Lysander was walking about aimlessly, having been looking for the one in charge of the encampment here to inquire about the courier postings he had seen back in town. He was rather far out of his own in this place. The soldiers he had seen here and there were mostly human from what he had seen. Though the strange thing that caught his Elven eyes from under the draw of his hooded cloak were several having a conversation with one another. A dwarf he had seen not long back, as well as a trio of women. One elven he could see, another a human by the looks of it. The third he was unsure of, he hadn't really been paying all that much attention. There were others about as well that he took a slight notice of. Walking on light feet, he ventured close to them, deciding it was probably best to ask someone that looked like they had been here longer than himself.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, I do not mean to interrupt your conversation..." Though in light of what he had seen moments before walking to them he was hardly sure if conversing was what they were actually doing, looking to where the other two women had eventually walked off to a moment before he himself walked over. "Does anyone know where I might find the captain of this encampment...? I saw the many postings back in town about a job for delivering messages for the Army of Liberation." He kept his head low, though it was clear from his height, that he wasn't human like most here, standing but five feet from boot to head. His voice was rather light, but his words easily enough heard. Deciding hiding his face would be rude, he raised his hands from his sides, and took the hood down his head, revealing lightly pointed ears, a young looking face with bright emerald eyes, and long strands of silvery hair. He dressed like one would expect a thief to, his clothes garbing him in black and gray.