<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/DrakAnarr.jpg) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=6333l)</div>Having just arrived at Hochoch Drak was a bit parched and on his way to the much touted Boar's Other Knuckle for a bit of refreshment noticed the posting about the simple messanger duty.<br/><br/>After drinking a round of cheap watered down ale which made him grimice he headed out to find which direction out of Hochoch this encampment was. Leaving Jade Raven Stronghold was starting to seem like a poor decision after all.<br/><br/>"s'cues me lass, but du ye know which dirction I culd find 'he Army's encampment." he asked an arriving patron.<br/><br/>After receiving his directions Drak strolled to the encampment. He knew it wasn't a difficult job for normal folk, but for someone of his imposing 4'4" stature it would be quite the challenge. It would also be a great opportunity to see the Grand Dutchy of Geoff since this was his first visit.<br/><br/>Uppon arriving at the encampment he asked a passing soldier, "Och, where'n d'I fin' the parsons incharge o' de messanger service?" The soldier looked a little shocked to see such a small applicant approach but did his best to give the dwarf accurate directions to the tent where the adventurers were gathering. With a curt nod Drak continued to stroll towards his destination. All the soldier could see as Drak left was just a shield bobbing side to side with each step he took.<br/><br/>Finally he reached his destination and he did is best to knock on the tent. After hearing an affirmative that he could enter Drak proceeded into the tent. "Name's Drak Arran. I'm 'ere fer de posting about a messenger." He stated flatly for his introduction.