<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, Blackthorn Inn<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, Late morning.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs, Wren<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The regular sounds of the broom were normal - especially on a day like this, when people were probably tracking in more than just dirt - and easy to tune out, even if Eztli'eyal did twitch an ear every time Wren broke rhythm or moved something to get the broom into a corner. He looked up when she paused and came closer, nose twitching as he realized she was carrying food. Eztli leaned back to give her space to set down bowls and mugs, and shook his head at the question of 'anything else', and paused, looking expectantly at the girl, at Alain's query.<br/><br/>His stomach gets it's due eventually; Eztli just isn't quite willing to start in until he's heard the answer, one way or the other.