<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e7/Elf_Bard.JPG/370px-Elf_Bard.JPG)</div><strong>Name: Halavan Riothraiun</strong><br/><strong>Location: Dragonfly inn</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Anyone at the inn</strong><br/><br/>The common room was busy with the coming dinner rush. A bard playing always draws more customers, and Halavan was on fire tonight!<br/>His minor sleight of hands tricks were mesmerizing, and his music and songs warmed the heart - for those who had a heart.<br/>As he stepped off the small crate placed for him at the edge of the common room, he looked around at the locals and strangers. They were nothing alike, of course. Farmers were always easily distinguishable from soldiers. merchants or travelers.<br/>He dramatically tossed his cloak behind his back as he sat down with his wine, sniffing the red liquid. It was no elven wine, but it would do for a town this small.<br/><br/>What was he doing here? He was sure he followed the trail true. The cult would be somewhere in the area, but why would the cult be anywhere near a place like this? It didn't make any sense.<br/>Perhaps there was a piece of the puzzle missing. Perhaps he simply didn't have enough information yet... And so, he looked again at the crowds, more suspicious this time. Anyone of them could be of the cult...