<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NciBS5w.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nigel<br/><strong>AC:</strong>Your Armor Class |<strong>HP:</strong>12/ 12|<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>4 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>6 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>2 / 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Right. So I'm at the right place, then?" a young kobold asked nervously. He appeared to be barely past the age of maturity and at least as likely as not to have never frequented this sort of establishment. He certainly seemed to have more of a place surrounded by books and papers. Both of which he seemed to have strewed around his person, almost as if it was an armour, to guard against the world. "I'll have..." he hesitated. "Whatever you recommend, then," he said as he was lead towards the booth. And a seat for... you know..." The host seemed not only to understand, but to already have the necessities ready, a high seat already having been placed at the table for him.<br/><br/>Truly, Nigel, wasn't sure why he was here, or if he was even really wanted. Maybe it had been nothing more than a drunken dare. Maybe Gundren had forgot. All he knew was that one day, during one of the irregular, drunken gathering he had with his master, as Nigel was gathering emptied cups and cleared plates, Gundren suddenly looked at him, bleary eyed. "He'll do," were the only words he said before dropping onto the table, snoring before he even hit it. And then, a few days later, Nigel had been packed off for, well, here, in  Harken, to sit across from a strange woman, all in white. White clothes, white air, white skin... Not merely pale, but fully colourless. She was clearly not human, though Nigel had no idea what she might be. And there was another stranger, too. Well, everyone here was a stranger, but this one, specifically, was at the booth he'd been led to. She seemed human, though who could be sure, really. He was mostly certain she wasn't a ghost, however. Those didn't seem to be so commonplace in this town. "Hello?" he hazarded. "I think I'm here to meet with Gundren, though I haven't really been told..." He hesitated. "I'm called Nigel?" he said, making the statement sound like a question. "Maybe... you'd like to tell me who you are?" he asked, looking to either woman.