<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Wynnie Nackle</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br/>Gnome Druid 1<br/>HP: 10     Init: +2<br/>Perc: 14   Status: Normal<br/>Location: Griffin & Sword<br/>Tagging: All | Open<br/><hr/><br/>Wyn was of the habit of arriving places well in advance of the appointed time she was meant to be there -<em>especially</em>when those places were taverns.  The moment she'd walked through the door of The Griffin & Sword she was enchanted, enthralled by the eclectic mix of beings; the exotic aromas and the intriguing statues arranged around the room.  For a moment, so overcome was she by the sheer wealth of things to engage with, that she was frozen still in the doorway.<br/><br/>Luckily, a grumpy human with a crook nose and beefy arms shoved through behind her and knocked her aside with barely a glance and only an ill-tempered grunt of annoyance.  Staring after the soot-covered brute, she considered following him to apologize, but thought better of it when he settled at the bar and his stool creaked beneath his weight.  It would be doubly-impolite to bother him when he was trying to relax after a hard day.  So, instead, she darted through the room to the nearest table with an open seat, climbing up into it and settling with a bright smile at the occupants.<br/><br/>The next half hour saw Wynnie's table companions finding various reasons to leave as she chattered on in her sweet, high voice.  The endless stream of questions - directed largely at the orcs and half-orcs - were rarely answered and never with more than a grunt or mono-syllabic response.  Still, her spirits remained cheery and her will stalwart as she spread bits of parchment from her scroll case in front of her and took notes.  The papers looked indecipherable, what with her personal shorthand, random anatomical doodles and the seeming disorganization of her note-taking, but she seemed perfectly comfortable with the mess.<br/><br/>When the last of the men who had occupied the table made an excuse and left her alone, she looked around with surprise.  She'd been so engrossed, in what<em>she</em>considered a fascinating exchange, that she had utterly lost track of time and only just realized that Max might be awaiting her.  Hurriedly, she gathered her papers and rolled them back up to tuck into her scroll case, then put away her quill and ink before hopping from her chair.  She waved affably to one of the orcs who had bailed on her table early on, his departure having been wordless, then headed toward the statue where she'd been instructed to meet Mr. Murdock.<br/><br/>Her eyes brightened and she perked at the sight of the pair already standing nearby, her gaze naturally more drawn by the excitingly exotic red-skinned Tiefling.  So taken was she by the pair, that she nearly entirely missed the woman with the feline features not far away, but sure enough as she drew nearer she noticed her as well.  Then the man beside her, who didn't look entirely normal either, though she had no idea what struck her about him.  And, of course, 'normal' was a bit of a silly concept in their world.<br/><br/>Arriving at the table beneath Takash Rin, she beamed up at the two far-taller people standing beside it and chirped pleasantly.  "Are we all here to see Mr. Murdock, then?  Hello, I'm Wynnie!  Absolutely bursting with pleasure over meeting you...both!"