<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Unfurled Scroll<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Lexi, Nimeda<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 looks equally pained, after putting the pieces together. Moving forward to present times, he's not sure he wants to contimplate how a dead man puts an equally dead woman on their 'to kill' list. That doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense; on the other hand, the dead do have a distressing habit of not staying dead the way they're supposed to. Which does beg the question of why Pharasma's adherents aren't doing something about that. He narrowly avoids smearing ink on his nose, gripping the bridge between his knuckles for a moment before lifting his head. "Unfortunate. On the other hand... I am told there have been.. sightings? out there since the fire. Do you know if any of those sightings included Ms. Hawkren?" He keeps the gentle tone, with some difficulty; this is one of the parts of the job he doesn't like.<br/><br/>He continues to write, laying neat lines of script down, quoting Alendru, and tucking his own notes in as needed, one ear very much flattened. He lifts his head after a moment, giving the old scholar a very sharp look. A very careful sharp look, looking less for signs of dishonesty than for suggestions the man might be something other than completely human.