<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Barn in Clun<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 15, late afternoon<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He sneers a little, but the idea that the Baroness might actually have some chops in an area he knows anything about takes the teeth out of it. "That so? Haven't seen that many nobles who carried steel and knew how to use it. Met even fewer." Might be fun. Might even be useful. Eztli mentally files that appropriately - new tricks of the trade are always useful, especially if he survives learning them. "You said 'Baroness' - she run the place?" With all the variants Eztli'eyal has seen to this point, if he's staying in a town managed by magistrates and who-knows-what while the nobles do whatever they do when they're ignoring responsibility, he likes to know it.<br/><br/>Sight of food prompts his stomach to remind him that lunch was too long ago, and too little a meal, and he takes a moment to retrieve a piece of jerky to chew on, and something to wash the salt down, and check the contents of a pouch of dried fruit for something a little sweet to counter it. Finding that stash getting low, he settles for a couple of raisins and a piece of dried apple. Not without a muted grumble - it's still too early to find fresh berries, and anything else is like to belong to someone who will want a coin or two in trade. Feh... Eztli shakes his head a little as he repacks. So he keeps an eye out for greens as they go. He might get lucky enough to find something better.