<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee205/weaselmiester/tumblr_nftmsrx70b1rxtdgbo1_540_zpsxllbqpmw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kofi Pandev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237173.msg11677312#msg11677312)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ravengo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 14/14 | <strong>AC:</strong> 16 (<em>T:</em> 14, <em>FF:</em> 12)<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 30' | <strong>Melee:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ranged:</strong> +3<br/><strong>CMD:</strong> 14 | <strong>Fort:</strong> +2 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +5 | <strong>Will:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Spells: 0</strong> - <em>Detect Magic, Ghost Sound, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation</em> | <strong>1</strong> (1) - <em>Grease, Silent Image</em><br/></div></div><hr/>He was glad that nobody had called out his appearance. As he walked along in silence, he listened to their conversation. When the small rider started muttering in tongues, Kofi found himself shifting ever so slightly away. He’d heard many languages in his travels, but understood very few. However, he had heard many stories of powerful casters being able to curse others in a variety of tongues, not to mention the stories of possessions that caused the afflicted to start speaking in a language of the demons. He didn’t believe she was possessed, but it unnerved him nonetheless.<br/><br/>He was grateful to be able to blend into the crowd of mourners as they finished the journey to the site. As he watched the others perform rites and share words, he pondered whether or not he wished to speak. When the hissing voice under the hood spoke about a university, he nodded ever so slightly to himself - she? he? ...they had studied at a university, they<em>were</em>very intelligent. He made note to not cross them, lest he end up on the wrong side of a spell or worse. So caught up was he in his thoughts, he missed them lowering their hood, and the slight glint of scales beneath.<br/><br/>Once they finished speaking in their odd lisping, hissing way, Kofi sighed deeply, clearing his head before stepping forward and lowering his hood to reveal his dark skin, “I do not believe there are any words that could possibly express what is written on my heart. However, I would like to share a few verses.”<br/><br/>With that, he began to sing, the chocolate-spicy voice spilling forth as he sung a song of loss. Somewhere between a traditional dirge and a love song, the emotion he poured from his soul was palpable. Not wanting to take any time from anyone else who wanted to speak, he only sung but a single verse with chorus. Once finished, he pulled his hood up again - the chill in the air was already causing his ears to tingle - and returned to his place in the back of the crowd.