Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Dancing Dryad Inn, Second Floor<br/><br/>Trakas had considered leaving Roland outside the inn, but decided against it; he would not leave his friend cold and wet in the rain while he was dry inside the inn. The Druid cast back his hood as he stepped through the door, revealing a head of shaggy, brown hair, trimmed to keep it more-or-less level with his chin, but otherwise unkempt. The male let Alice gather their information as he always did. Though he knew the questions to ask, even when her physical charms were not of use, Alice was the more charismatic of the pair. As he surveyed the inn, he felt a nudge against his shoulder. Trakas turned to the dinosaur with a bemused smirk. "Oh fine,  you pest," the Druid teased, scratching the reptile under his chin.<br/><br/>The man wordlessly nodded as Alice reported her information. The thought of a Grey Elf suffused him with just the smallest hint of dread; Trakas had been given the unfortunate pleasure of interacting with the mountain elves before. While they were nothing short of striking visually, their social skills often left much to be desired. The experience had been trying, to say the least.<br/><br/>Roland practically shouldered the Druid out of the way as the trio climbed up the stairs. Trakas responded by shouldering back and his pet let out a short, reptilian bark as he hit the wall. The dinosaur climbed on all fours up the elevated surface, as he frequently did while sprinting... or preparing to leap into the air and pounce. Trakas politely averted his eyes from the tempting picture Alice presented; while he did not have her scruples concerning more carnal pleasures, he did his best to respect them. She was a good friend, and a great companion. Her personality complemented him even better than her different area of expertise did; their approaches to problem-solving were often wildly different.<br/><br/>Trakas waited silently, getting a pretty good idea of what Lethiel was doing from what his ears told him. The Druid was sharp of both sight and hearing, something that had saved both of their skins on multiple occasions. He raised a brow in curiosity as he recognized the elemental for what it was. Though the thing was small and a good deal less than powerful, that she would summon one for so trivial a purpose displayed a fair mastery of magic. Perhaps she could help them after all.<br/><br/>The Druid turned his attentions to the Elf herself. The first thing he noticed was how small she was; no matter how much time he spent with the fair folk (a good number of Druids were Elves), it never ceased to amuse him how short they could be. He stood a full foot above her, though he himself was less than six feet tall. Still, the impression that followed immediately after was her beauty; the woman was gorgeous, to be sure. That was a fortunate thing. Trakas tried not to allow women to manipulate him with their sexuality, but if she was anything like her brethren, her physical appeal would help to take the edge off some of her words.<br/><br/>The male looked to Roland, and muttered a word of the Druids' secret language. Trakas had taught the dinosaur all of his commands in that language; it made it exceedingly unlikely that an enemy would understand the words. His companion fell to all fours, walked a tight circle, then curled up into a ball on the ground in the hallway. The Druid stepped forward, looking over Alice's shoulder.<strong>"My name is Trakas the Lion-Hearted, or Lionheart for short. There's a story behind that title, should you like to hear it some time. I am a Druid by trade, though I think you may have already determined that. Though he is no deity and I do not worship him as such, my patron is Talisid the Celestial Lion, of the Companions,"</strong>Trakas said as he introduced himself in turn. The introduction was almost robotic; he gave the same speech to nearly every person he was required to give his name, though some small details of wording changed, and occasionally he threw in an extra phrase.<br/><br/>The Druid teasingly nudged Alice's blocking form.<strong>"May we come in?"</strong>he asked, as much to the Paladin as to the Wizard.