<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: A barn in Clun<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 15, late in the day.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The offer of a job, that early in the season, had come as a welcome surprise. Eztli'eyal hadn't been short of money, but he was feeling the itchy feet from a long winter spent cooped up, doing odd jobs to keep his income from being wholly flat, in addition to an endless repetition of equipment maintenance. The offer had been welcome, and he had been glad to accept, even knowing that the roads would be unpleasant and the going slow.<br/><br/>In contrast to Krolus, he almost never spoke up, bearing wet feet, mud half-way to his knees, cold toes and sore muscles in stoic silence. A watchful silence, as he occasionally pointed out things worth noticing - a wolf, sizing them up, stray edibles, a good camp site - he might not catch everything, and he wasn't always right, but often enough.<br/><br/>Now, sitting on a sizable poof of hay, watching his wet cloak dry and wishing for - at the least - a heated rock to put his cold feet on, he found a slight, albeit lopsided grin for Krolus. "We've got rope. Wet through is more likely, if it keeps raining, the water will be high." Rivers seem to do that when it rains, at least in Eztli's experience. He accepts the bottle, and takes a drink, shaking his head a little, as it goes down. "Nrffh." That comment is echoed by a sleepy cow, and Eztli gives the animal a sour look. At the least, the beasties do radiate warmth... and he has gotten used to the smell enough that he's not noticing it unless he thinks about it. Good enough. Now, if he'll dry out enough that the barn cats will consider him a warm bed. ...