<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/i.php?/upload/2015/01/31/20150131130633-f24c1729-xs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Enastril Rixxle<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Fighter/Mage<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7-9, 577 CY<br/><strong>Location: </strong>On the Road, Various Points<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The night in the Inn had been quiet and introspective, and he'd begun a letter to his sister, more to tell her that he was fine and that he'd arrived at his intended destination quite safely, but he would continue writing this letter during the two nights they would be on the road as well. His intent was to get it out to be delivered once they reached Greyhawk. There was, of course, a second part to the letter, to tell her that his former teacher was indeed right to give him the piece, and that further study would be warranted now that they were in Greyhawk, and that he would let her know when he knew more that he could pass on. He hadn't really slept that night at all but it didn't affect him the next day. Truth be told, he never slept much, never had. There were night owls, and then there were people like him. Some of that evening had been spent filling in the details of what had transpired so far in his journal. He wrote in his journal not only to keep a written record of what he saw and encountered, but to help him piece it together. Sometimes it took many days for the pieces of things to come together, and he'd learned long ago that keeping detailed notes about his studies and research, helped the information and conclusions come much easier. He was never without a writing implement and a journal. That morning they had left, the real part of their journey beginning.<br/><br/>The days had been spent on the road talking to the others, and discussing anything of interest that would come up. He'd also occasionally wander off of the road to investigate plants, fauna and any herbs that he spied that were unfamiliar, with notes being scribbled hastily in a small writing book that he carried. The woodlands were different enough from the ones near his home that there were some plants that were different enough to investigate, and in the evening when they camped, and it was not his turn to watch, he would either spend time making arrows, or spend time when not commiserating around the fire, taking note of the plant life in the area, and making detailed notes about what he found in a journal, along with finishing his letter to his sister. He had discovered that he rather liked the traveling life, and found it suited his mood and temperament much better than being in a single location for long. That might change after several months of such a life, but since he'd left Highfolk, this was the happiest he could recall being.<br/><br/>When they arrived at Greyhawk City itself, he grinned. He was both in awe and amused at the large amount of stone and wood that simply sprouted up in the center of what had once been an empty place. The sights, smells and sprawl was unlike anything on the Flanaess. It was both majestic and a little disturbing at the same time. It made Highfolk look so tiny by comparison, but up in that part of the Flanaess, Highfolk was a sprawling metropolis. The movement of so many beings in one place was startling. So many people and animals, so many smells to go along with it. He was snapped out of his thoughts by folks arriving and seemingly knowing what they were carrying, and soon offering to help them. That was a little unsettling.<br/><br/>That cemented to him that this was no ordinary undertaking, as if what they had already seen wasn't enough to convince him, this sealed it. Forces were at work that seemed to be directing traffic for some reason.