<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lorrimor Residence, Common space<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Senthaynatrix, Lexi, Caladrel, Quentan, Nimeda<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:<em>HP </em>10/10 -<em> Init</em>: +3<br/><strong>Currently</strong>:<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I hate being right sometimes." Innoki mutters. "Habit? Something more sinister? Why would there be stirges in the tavern yesterday?" In a day or so, they're probably going to get to go and find out. And he's fairly sure they aren't going to like whatever they find. Especially with the local clergy of Pharasma being more obstructive than useful. "Is there a map? Layout? Schematic?" He'll take a rough sketch at this point, honest...<br/><br/>He gets another cup and pours some strong tea for the Sheriff; he looks like he really could use some, and it's probably a little too early for something stronger. Blight-cursed stubborn priests and their hindbound ...