<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>: whoever's present.<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/>A day or so beforehand, a caravan had passed through, and dropped off at least one traveler. Dusty, tired and scowling, he had accepted a meagre pay and almost immediately allowed himself to be swallowed by the small town. So this was Ravengro. The Professor had spoken of it in more glowing terms than Innoki thought it deserved. True, the rich autumn leaves painted swathes of red and gold across a sky that rivaled precious stones for hue and clarity. True, the people were friendly enough to a road-weary traveler, foot-sore and aching from being bounced on a badly-sprung wagon, or walking a road kept interesting with ruts and bandits. But Innoki's long ears stayed pinned in irritation, his sharp eyes narrowed, and he spoke but little, as he secured lodgings until the funeral. Perhaps Kendra would have been glad to put him up, but he found himself unwilling to look for her just yet.<br/><br/>The day of the funeral removed his last excuse, and he found himself up on the hill, standing with the rest, unsure about human customs, and hesitant; doing his best to appear to be neither. He took note of late arrivals, as he had almost been one himself, long ears almost perking up with interest as he began mentally sifting through stories told around campfires, and companions half-forgotten in the decades - surely he would remember girls like these?