<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Walking back<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Senthaynatrix, NPCs<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/>Innoki has his own bets on where the most dangerous prisoners were kept, but he keeps those to himself - without a floor plan, chances of being wrong are as good as chances of being right - in favor of a nod. "Whatever you can talk them out of will help."<br/><br/>Hopefully, they won't be picking them up on their way out to the prison... Once they're outside and out of eye - and ear-shot - he sighs heavily. "This will not end pretty. Not with too many people going off half-strung." He mutters, as he finds an appropriate pace. "As for my notes... you can go through them, if you want. There isn't very much. The prison was basically a stop-over point for the worst of the worst. When the place burned, they were getting them from all over Ustalav. Possibly from outside the borders, as well - people were paying to have their problems sent here." He's speaking from memory, judging from what she can see of his expression. "Turnover was pretty high, at that point - they went to Harrowstone, stayed while the paperwork was being sorted, then went to the gallows." He gives her a very thin, wry smile. "I trust you can read Elvish?" Surely, a foregone conclusion; she's got easily three times Innoki's formal book-type education...