<strong>Name:</strong>Alexonder Elaliathvan Grant (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=923319)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He gave The Snowlock his full attention as the larger man spoke, filling them all in on what sort of dangerous creatures they can expect to encounter in the Moor. The Orcs and Goblinoids were already expected, while the trolls were a bit intriguing and concerning, he was actually excited at the possibilities of seeing a dragon. As for the undead and elven spirits suggested by Garnet; while they did make sense as a potential threat, he couldn't help but wonder if it was perhaps more of a logical guess on her part rather than known fact.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps just two rooms, one for males and one for females"</strong>He offered to the conversation regarding the Inn Room situation. He continued to munch on his sampling of food until his dagger had been emptied, it was cleaned off on one of the clean cloth napkins offered upon the table, before being returned to it's sheath. He too would start collecting portions of the food he liked the most, making sure to also take a large helping of meat for Baelthar. He would slip each tied bundle into one of his haversack's side pouches as his attention was then caught by the small elf's boast before the threat to her liver was made and Toby attempted to lighten the threat with his wine jest.<br/><br/><strong>"Why the reluctance in sharing your name? If we are to be working together, we should at least learn each other's names"</strong>He asked, letting his curiosity get the better of him while following it up with an opinion. He would wait for the meeting room to mostly empty before he too would head out, being careful to leave plenty of time in between the last pair's or person's departure from the Inn.<strong>"Come"</strong>Was said in elven before he was leaving the meeting room and exiting the Nimble Nymph. With Baelthar on his heels, his first intended stop was a merchant specializing in adventuring equipment.<br/><br/>