<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/d2/a1/92d2a172c9531280027117d4051d3651.jpg)</div>It wasn't the first time Aerel had been to the Wizard's Grace. But it was the first time he'd visited for the Call of Heroes, and planned to put himself forward. The place was rather more boisterous than he'd expected! The slim elf had to side-step and scoot out of the way of the brawnier patrons, duck under trays of heavy mugs, and above all, try to keep his spellbook at his side.<br/><br/>Finally he made it to the front of the house, where, for a moment, he sprawled his arms over the bar and rested his head, before the smell of beer soaked into the wood forced him to lift it back up again.<strong>"People really do come from all over for this. Hello Miss Uskwold,"</strong>he offered the innkeeper a smile.<strong> "A tea and some of your lentils, if you please?"</strong>And he fished out the coins from his soft robes to pay for it.<br/><br/>As he did, a colorful gnome clambered nearby. The elvish wizard's eyes widen.<strong>"Why didn't I think of that?"</strong>he asked rhetorically, taking in her bright patchwork.<strong>"Hello,"</strong>he offered Lexara a shy smile, and offered his hand.<strong><strong>"I'm Aerel."</strong></strong>