<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kH84KYb.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Tymir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=349291.msg16414192#msg16414192)<br/><br/>Upon retiring to the library, Tymir had chosen to stand by the window to stare outside as conversation flowed. It was a usual occurrence - the quiet man had a knack for finding the location that would keep him both apart and away from the group. He was physically present and clearly listening, but his eyes seemed glued to something in the vast distance. Until he needed to re-fill his cup. And then again. His face was a warm red from the alcohol consumption, but there was no slur to his speech or stumble in his step. Eventually, he took the open seat by Gloriosus rather than wander back and forth.<br/><br/>One of the downsides of being so close was now Tymir felt the need to adopt polite social customs. He couldn't avoid eye contact or responding when sitting right next to their generous host, so when he spoke, Tymir felt the need to look at the merchant and nod his head. That was all he did, though, as Gloriosus eloquently got to the issue at hand. Polite<em>and</em>to the point. Bless that elf!<br/><br/>It was a curious start to their contract. Not the trouble part - trouble was what made business for folks like them so secure - but the caution. In the archer's experience, people who sought discretion usually did so for interesting reasons. That was interesting. Possibly even exciting. Or maybe that feeling was the alcohol. It truly was hard to tell.