<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, Keep<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, early afternoon.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Thank you, my Lady." The second question, Eztli actually has to think about. "Quiet over the winter. I heard something about a giant wolf around the northern border - black as the depths of hell, big as a horse, with a fondness for sheep - but they might have been exaggerating the size of the thing. Certainly, the stories varied enough." He certainly doesn't sound like he believes a word of it. Wolves, sure... but not that big. "There was a skirmish up-river a month or so back. I heard 'troll', but all the other stories involved river bandits, and last I heard, they had been tracked down and dealt with. The guardsman who said that also said their leader got away, though. " That, she might like to keep an eye out for, right? Eztli thinks a moment more, then grins slightly. "I did hear, just before we left, that one of the neighbors is throwing a big tourney. Alain might know more about that one; I got it from a blacksmith, between grumbles about how many suits of armor he had seen going through his shop."