<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Laughing Demon<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Senthaynatrix, NPCs<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 nods slightly, scanning the room very closely before lowering and unstringing his bow. Senthaynatrix' report is both confusing, and unsettling - enough that, as he's weaving his way through tables to retrieve her kill, he's stalking. "Don't like it. That's two weird things since we all showed up." He grumbles, as he pokes the dead stirge - to be sure it's dead - then picks it up. "You know what they say. Once happenstance, twice coincidence, three times..." He trails off, looking around the room again, ears twitching. Every gut instinct he possesses - not that elves are supposed to possess any - says this is the latter most.<br/><br/>"Sheriff, if it isn't too much trouble, I would definitely like a look at your records - later. Tomorrow, maybe, if today's too soon." If they can keep the gung-ho trouble-hunters from .. .well, borrowing trouble. He sets the squashed one down next to his kill, and gives Senthaynatrix a slight nod. Nice shot, herself.