<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, Blackthorn Inn<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, Late morning.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eztli'eyal's mouth quirks in something that might have been amusement, but lets Alain' dubious look slide without comment; it's usually best not to get your employer in trouble, where avoidable. "That, I can do." He considers his present state, and makes an irritable noise, scraping damp hair out of his face and securing it in a rough tail. Observing the small formalities means he needs to clean himself up, once he's eaten. Nothing to be done about his boots, but the rest ... as the man says, one must do things properly. At least as much as can be managed. "Should have word .. hrn. If I do not have to wait too long, at least before nightfall. Anything else?"