<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>On exiting the town's brothel with the exotic name of 'Hwarin Iire' and a lot more exotic line up of whores, Myrrdin whistled sharply once, held completely still for moments with his head slightly tilted, and smiled broadly when he could hear the sound of wings rapidly coming towards him.<br/>He wasn't the kind to name animals, nor was the owl a pet and wouldn't allow to be named to begin with, but both druid and owl had a certain understanding and they felt a bound of friendship between them. The nameless owl landed on Myrrdin's shoulder and actually cuddled up somewhat before making himself comfortable.<br/><br/>"Have you eaten?"<br/>A slight idea of acknowledgement, the hint of mouse running for its life and a shadowy form falling unto it.<br/>"I could eat a horse, myself."<br/>A tilt of an owlhead, amusement and the complex idea of the horses around settlements of stone and wood not being for eating.<br/>"It's a figure of speech," the druid said with a quiet grin before wandering away from the brothel and deeper into the town.<br/><br/><hr/>(Moving from the brothel to the Inn.)