<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Barn in Clun<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 15, late afternoon<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>For a moment, Eztli's expression gives the impression of laid-back ears and a faint snarl. Then he shrugs. "Find it wise not to ask that question - not if you'd like to stay being ornamental." He suddenly flashes a sharp, almost teasing grin. "Well. One of us, anyway." The implication ... well, Krolus can do his own math there.<br/><br/>He stretches a little. "That having been said, starving wild beasties are like to be the worst thing we see, if we see anything. Never saw goblins or bandits that liked this kind of weather anymore than we do, and cold feet and a wet perch seem a miserable posting for a man who's not like to have seen a hot meal in a while." Eztli'eyal's yet to have seen a bandit that looked well-fed, or even prosperous, and he's sat his share of wet, cold watches. Enough to make a good guess that it's worse again on an empty belly and no promise of a warm meal to come back to after. He shifts a bit, stuffs a little more straw behind him, less for cushion and more for insulation. "Never been to Kirborg. Anything interesting about the place?"