<strong>Name:</strong>Oilill [NPC]<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Trithos/Trithos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Larien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Council Structure, stationed at the front.<br/>[OOC: I apologize for the shortness, he is an NPC and I know nothing of him yet… and do not wish to create him as a character or he will never shut up.]<br/><hr/><br/>Oilill stood quietly at his guard post, his brown hair glinting in the sunlight. His own skin had started to tan from being in the trees so much, and he didn't like it at all.<br/><br/>His uniform, crisp and perfect, hung against his strong figure nicely and he didn't flinch as Cirven strode past him out of the Head Enforcer's office.<br/><br/>Seeing Melarian approaching, he allowed his attention to roam over the insufferable woman, a smile brightening his features a bit. "It would appear that the Enforcer Comgal is now available. Would you wish to speak to that Enforcer?" he asked.<br/>