<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ravengro<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All y'all<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:<em>HP </em>10/10 -<em> Init</em>: +3<br/><strong>Currently</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Innoki's long ears twitch with something resembling amusement and a definite wince. Not only not really appropriate, but so much too much hissing... He refrains from commenting, focused on holding up his end and not putting his feet anywhere too slippery.<br/>The talk of customs is interesting enough to keep his mind off the burden he bears and the implications. How many friends will he help to see off in his lifetime, if Lorrimor is one of the first..?<br/><br/>When he stands back, watching the casket being lowered into the earth, he has nothing to say, instead quietly retrieving what looks like a seed from a pocket. He rolls it briefly between his palms, murmuring in elvish, in a soft voice that carries nevertheless. The gist - for those who understand him - is a wish that a man he learned much from in life be accorded the respect he is due in death, as he is not forgotten by those left behind. The seed, and a handful of earth are dropped roughly dead-center to the coffin as the sound of Innoki's voice fades and he steps back.