<div class="floatright">(http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13201397/images/1292681451777.jpg)</div><br/>While the girls banter and chatter, Ebron leans back in his chair, sipping from his tankard and watching them. As usual, he takes the seat closest to the wall, where as much light is blocked from reaching behind him as he can manage. The effect this has is minimal, though, as the hulking demonic shadow that follows him around billows out over the wall unimpeded. Situations like this were when he was at his most uneasy, despite the carefree demeanor he showed; the shadow was limited in the mischief it could cause as long as he remained still, but it was still adept at playing to crowds and stirring up confusion or trouble where it could, and he didn't feel like defusing another potential mob tonight.<br/><br/>The messenger's swift arrival and equally rapid departure, though, caught his attention. He set the tankard down, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Barovia? The name reminds me of something...or someone, but I'll be blasted if I can remember what."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Take 10 on Knowledge: History and Knowledge: Nobility+Royalty with regards to Barovia.<br/></div></div>