<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, Blackthorn Inn<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, Late morning.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs, Wren<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eztli'eyal listens carefully to directions offered, and gives the girl a slight nod of thanks, before turning back to devouring his meal. It doesn't take him all that long to finish it, handing back a bowl that has been all but polished empty. He most certainly will take the time to clean the worst of the mud from his person and what gear he is taking up with him, and do his best to present a professional - not parade-polished - turnout. That means running a brush over his armor and making sure there are not egregious spots of rust and that the straps are good; the latter out of habit, and making sure his clothes are presentable and his hair combed back and neatly secured. Eztli makes a mental note to cut it again - the tail is almost past his shoulderblades, and that means it has gotten too long.<br/><br/>Eztli'eyal looks very different from the soggy, draggled elf that walked in that morning when he walks out, pauses to orient himself, then heads for the keep at an unhurried, but business-like pace.