<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/07/cb/91/07cb919c8964fea8210e012350fd3dc9.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Óleryd Mîrion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340173.msg16123242#msg16123242)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Traveling Clothes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/15/34/c4/1534c495f4ce320fe6d1200a0738c045.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Condition:</strong><em>Tired, hungry &amp; curious</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Taproom of the Prancing Pony</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Open</em><br/><hr/><br/>As the barliman replied to the other patrons of the inn, Oleryd allowed himself a moment to take in his surroundings. It was certainly different from the elvish places he was used to, though it was nice in its own right. It seemed quite popular for the small location if the number of patrons it currently had was any indication. There seemed to be a wide assortment of people at the Prancing Pony tonight, though the sight of a familiar face caught his attention. The presence of another elf, let alone one he knew was certainly a surprise.<br/><br/><strong>"Galadhrion? It's been an age! I certainly hadn't expected to find you here,"</strong>Oleryd called out, a smile on his face as he made his way toward the other. Catching sight of the wolf next to Galadhrion, he raised an eyebrow, though more out of curiosity than anything else.<strong>"Your companion is new. Is he particularly friendly?"</strong><br/><br/>Then, as if noticing the others present for the first time (which was quite possible with how scatterbrained the elf appeared to be), Oleryd turned to the women next to Galadhrion.<strong>"I'm terribly sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Oleryd,"</strong>as he said this he placed a hand to his chest and bowed his head in greeting.<strong>"Might I join you? I also find myself interested in tales of the North."</strong>As his gaze shifts to the Easterling woman and he takes in her foreign style of dress, Oleryd looks as though he wishes to say more. In truth, dozens of questions he has for the woman flit across his mind.<em>Where was she from? What was the style of her dress called? Did it have special meaning in her culture?</em>But he held his tongue, at least for now. It was rude to interrogate another like that, especially when one didn't know them.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you for indulging our curiosities, good sir,"</strong>He replied as Butterbur's focus returned to his tale. Oleryd brightens as the redheaded woman asks her questions, glad to see another curious as him. After a moment's consideration, he pulls one of his books and a pen from the bag at his side before inquiring about the group.<strong>"Would it be alright with those present if I were to write down the tale? Simply for my own enjoyment of the course. I find subjects such as these quite interesting, and often important in some way or another."</strong>