<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zdj9kJl.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 29/29 <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +11; <strong>Investigation</strong> +10<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Abyssal<br/><em>Frog percentage: 16%</em><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> <br/>+5 Greataxe (1d12 +3 x3)<br/>Or +5  Maul (2d6 +3 x2)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>DM, Introduction<br/><hr/><br/>Alexander was looming. Not by intention, it was just one of his passive, innate qualities. He wasn't that much larger than average in height, but something about how he carried himself just gave people a certain impression that he was a serious person. Which he was not. At least, he would claim he was not.<br/>Perhaps the fact that while traveling he carried what looked like a cross between a spade and a large axe on his back and was cutting a large branch into a cross shape with a smaller axe perhaps also added to that impression, though he had hidden the cross away when it got him odd looks. He had even responded to some of the flirtings from Damia, albeit in almost professionally courtial manner, more turned off than interested by her light-heartedness.<br/><br/>He approached when invited by Stanimir, his eyebrow raising as he watched the overly enthusiastic and slightly drunk man perform a little fire-trickery. These people tended to use sleight of hand to entertain himself. He was just relieved he had little money to spent or steal, just in case. Not that he minded entertaining tales, of course. Fairytales just got him on edge, usually. No one seemed to regard coroners in them.<br/><br/>Aaand, yep, there it was, within the first sentence. Kings and princes and princesses and dragons. No Story had places for hard-working gravediggers, just working hard to keep the shifting of bones within their graves. Of course he would not heckle the story, he just watched Stanimir with a calm expression instead.<br/><br/>A cursed prince? He propably needed lady-kisses. That fixed most prince-issues named in fairytales, and some not named. He fought back a biting remark, sucessfully. He however peered up when the man spoke of putting a soul to rest. He watched on in silence, recieving his wine. (White, please). Perhaps it was the wine, but he stepped over to approach Stanimir, feeling talkative, picking up the old mans goblet, subtly placing it at an easily cleaned up location, besides his own, also already emptied.<br/>He mulled his thoughts over briefly. He had made the mistake of speaking out of line with a griefing family once, long ago, he would not do so again and even a decent amount of wine would not change that.<br/>"Your tale." What was it about the old mans tale that had made him approach? He looked at Stanimir, with eyes that had seen darkness before, but endured. His hand cupped the shaodw of a beginning beard on his chin as he went on. "People wish to dispose of tyrants. They wish to break curses. But to put a troubled soul to rest, you would want..." This was definitly the wine, he was not normally this bold or direct.<br/>"Well, they call for people like me. Alexander Gravenholme, for those that have not heard my name on joining, I work to guarantee a peaceful and undisturbed rest to everyone." Alexander shifted into a well trained, professional bow and then hesitated. This sounded somewhat arrogant. He put one hand behind his back and added. "Well, when all the good clerics and knights are busied or done, anyway." He shrugged, taking a step backwards, his off-hand half consciously caressing over his black violin.<br/>No. He was not that drunk. Even with a secondary filling of wine. And this instrument was not that good at entertaining, anyway. It was not ment to put people in a cheerful mood. So, he merely took another calm step backwards and decided he had imposed himself enough with his remark already, but one had to have a sense of business.