<br/><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/>"Lots of mud." Eztli'eyal shrugs. "Keeping the riff-raff down, at least." He falls silent again as they gain the courtyard proper, taking in the sights. A well-run keep, as far as he can tell. People look well-fed, content; a good sign, as far as Eztli can tell. Look at the people. You can tell a lot about a place by the people... and the animals, and ... huhn. Don't see that too often...<br/><br/>To his credit, Eztli'eyal manages not to stare too much at Her Ladyship, the Baroness Waldgreen. He composes himself, drawing up to his full height for a formal, polite bow, straightening into 'parade-rest'. "My lady. My employer, the goldsmith Alain of Scarborough arrived this morning, and wishes to know if you would speak with him tomorrow." He keeps a careful, respectful tone.. but he is a soldier. He's trying. "When it is convenient for you ."<br/>