<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Upon hearing all the commotion outside the tent he was waiting in Drak walked out to see the most bizzar sight of his life. Never in all his life or of any of the years of his children's children's children would he have ever believe that he would see an elf fall flat on their face in the mud of all things.<br/><br/>Quick steping a little Drak moves over to Liliya his holy symbol of Moradin swaying slightly around his neck. "Great Moradin's beard lass. Look where ye be walkin' at least. You'll be givin' your fair kinda bad name if'n you keep this up." Drak streched out a hand to help her up. "Name's Drak Arran. Are you here for the messanger job too?" At this point Drak looks around and notices the other three humans as well. "I s'pose yer here fer de same job?"