<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, Keep<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, early afternoon.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs, Mialla<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eztli'eyal's ears twitch, following the sound of grumpy dwarves. "Open is a pretty loose term." He shrugs a little, and - only /just/ reluctantly - invites her to walk with him. Bards hear things, in addition to collecting stories, naughty anecdotes and ridiculous songs about bears and honey. This one might know something of use. "Soggy, muddy past my knees... if you are planning to travel, you might do better to wait a week or so." Eztli'eyal has long legs... although he shortens his stride some, so as not to lose a walking companion of unknown provenance - and endurance. "Is this place so horrible that you'd want to leave before the roads dry?"<br/>