<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Out and about<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All present.<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/><br/>"Just got here." Innoki straightens from an apparently fruitless attempt to glean something like useful information from the churned and bloody ground. "Not sure what this was before somebody defaced it." He /thought/ there was a constable or something... "Ground's pretty trampled. I'm not tracker enough to get much."<br/>He keeps an even tone - easier, in the face of legal authority, even if the authority is human - and a respectful attitude. But some of his irritation does seep through - doesn't /anybody/ know better than to tramp through possible evidence?!