<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee205/weaselmiester/tumblr_nftmsrx70b1rxtdgbo1_540_zpsxllbqpmw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kofi Pandev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237173.msg11677312#msg11677312)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ravengo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Timo mostly, but also everyone<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 14/14 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 (<em>T:</em> 14, <em>FF:</em> 12)<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 30' | <strong>Melee:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ranged:</strong> +3<br/><strong>CMD:</strong> 14 | <strong>Fort:</strong> +2 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +5 | <strong>Will:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Spells: 0</strong> - <em>Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation</em> | <strong>1</strong> (1) - <em>Grease, Silent Image</em><br/></div></div><hr/>The dwarf requesting ale rubbed Kofi the wrong way, but such is the manner of dwarves, he supposed. Kendra was offering tea. Tea was a weak beverage, he thought. But he was a man used to bold and bright flavors. Ravengo was dull and dirty in comparison. He’d been through many similar towns on his way, but none of them had quite captured the vibrancy of Katapesh. Save, perhaps, for Absalom.<br/><br/>He was mentioned in the will? He wasn’t overly surprised. He had, after all, assisted the professor in learning tales and legends and songs of Katapesh. With the vast distance between them, he doubted Petros could have repaid him in any way beyond making a return trip. Sending even the smallest of parcels would likely have cost an exorbitant sum.<br/><br/>As he fell into step at the back of the group once more, he let himself awaken slightly. Since he’d received summons, he had locked away most of his emotions so he could focus on arriving safely. Now that he was here, he allowed himself to let down a wall or two in order to properly grieve.<br/><br/>The boy falling into step alongside pulled him from his mental exercises. It took him a moment to discern what he’d said - ah, the song.<br/><br/>“I think it would suit your voice well,” he rumbled softly, his voice lilting in its exotic way, “I am honored you would wish to learn it; I will gladly teach you. Perhaps once the will has been read?”