<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CsLPOdGUMAA5aVq.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRI8kdSs26fucoIZ4sFPW7EKFIwW8u0ywLnJg&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><div align="center"><strong>Player Name</strong> Nicholas<br/><strong>Major</strong> Biology<br/><strong>From</strong> New York City<br/><strong>Charcter Name</strong> Frost<br/><strong>Charcter Description</strong> Winter Eladrin bard </div><br/><em>A figure sits weathed in shadows in a corner of the bar, the stranger wears a fur coat with a hood deep enough to hide his face from the light as he sits quietly observing the evenings festivitites. From a pocket he draws a flute and his fingers dance over the notches as he reaches for his bag and draws fortha quill and parchment. The hood lowers obsuring his face further from view as he begins to write upon the parchment. The flute isnt raised to his lips he mears moves his fingers from one hole to another in great deliberation.<br/><br/>The stranger gives the room no heed as he is emersed in his great works.That is until a female begins to speak to the assembling crowd. The figure is impressed by the way she holds and presents herself to the room. "All right, all right, settle down," Hlin said.  "Now, I know we're all concerned about these recent killings, and we're all sure that the militia ain't goin' to do anything about it.  So that's why I'm going to give a 100 gold to the person or persons who apprehend this killer and find proof of their crimes." Apparently he was one of the few to think thos because most pf the gathering crowd left almost immidiatly and only a select few remained.<br/><br/>Hild seemed to be appealing to those who had stayed behind and from what he assumed was his unoserved possition he strained to hear the converation. The mention of a rewards was of great appeal of course but the story of these murders and then the interesting selection of those who had stayed could proove to be of great inspiration to him.<br/><br/>The pen and parchment were stashed away and the flute returned to the pocket as the stranger stood and strode towards the table. As he did so he lowered the hood of the fur coat.<br/><br/>"Mistress Hild, Greetings. Your tale is of great interestto me, i do declare it could help me to create a song....nay a saga! Of greatness. Would you allow me to join this merry band of explorers and give voice to their deeds in song?!"</em><br/><br/><hr/>Nick rolls 1d20 = 9 + 3 + 5 = 17 Performance Nick looked around the table with a slight grin "Sorry, Frost is gonna be this dramatic as often as possible!"<br/>