<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, Keep gate<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, early afternoon.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nice country. Eztli'eyal nods politely in return, or answers, as seems appropriate to the level of busy-ness shown by the people greeting him. The strategist in him takes note of choke points, 'convenient' walls and other things as he sees them. He is elf enough still to appreciate the beauty of a rare dry spring day, but he doesn't pause to take it in. For now, he has business. Perhaps.. on his way back, he can meander a little more.<br/><br/>Hailed - and with confirmation the keep's guards had eyes, as well as runners to pass on details - he bows slightly. "I am Eztli'eyal, last of Scarborough, come on business from my employer, the goldsmith Alain of Scarborough." While he's been told he has a deep voice for an elf, he's not going to match this one, and he doesn't try. He doesn't stare, but he does take in the details of armor and armament, as much as those things can give clues about the level of competence one can expect in a given area's guardsmen.