<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ravengro<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All y'all<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/>Innoki's nose wrinkles the tiniest bit at the disapproving look - he's never met a priest of Pharasma that judgmental, and he never expected to. On the other hand, it is a small village... isolated.. full of superstitious... hm. That probably explains it. He turns away, not without a momentary thought of sorrow that this cold, dismal place should be the final rest of such an exceptional human as the late professor. Kendra's voice causes him to hesitate, one ear twitching to attention as he listens. Will? And he is in it? After a moment of indecision, he nods. Tea ... doesn't really seem strong enough, but the chances of Kendra having a bottle of icewine is somewhere in the low digits. Especially this far from Kyonin ...<br/>It takes him too long to parse Quentan's words through his thick accent, but the corner of his mouth does twitch upwards when he gets the gist.<br/>If his mentor knew what he was thinking, he'd probably get his ears nailed back. But he's still thinking it.