<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/>When they reached the home, Kofi paused in the entry watching the others. None of them removed their shoes with their cloaks, so Kofi did the same. He didn’t want to be the only one barefoot. On further consideration, he figured leaving his shoes on would be a good thing for the floors were hardwood and bare and would be like ice on his soles.<br/><br/>Once settled in an armchair that he actually fit in, unlike most of his new acquaintances, he drank the tea deeply and revelled in the warmth that filled him from the inside. Flavor aside, the warmth was nice. He listened to the rest, growing more annoyed with the dwarf and his rough speech and hearty drinking. They were here on business, not pleasure, he thought. But that was the way the dwarves were, he knew. If they couldn’t solve the problem with ale, it wasn’t a problem worth having. He made a mental note to be more tolerant. The professor wanted him here for a reason, after all.<br/><br/>When the tomes were mentioned, Kofi couldn’t help but sit up in his seat, his curiosity in his face evident to all in the room. What could be so dangerous that the deceased would wish them delivered elsewhere? With the stories of adventure Lorrimor had shared with him, he knew it could be almost anything. Even still, he wanted to see these books for himself. And they were being asked to stay a month. Surely in that time he would have a chance to see them. That is, if the others felt it was prudent.<br/><br/>As the small hissing thing spoke, Kofi found himself thinking on the summer he spent with Petros. The way she continued on and on reminded him of the way the professor would talk to him all afternoon, only pausing to take a drink. Unlike the professor though, this thing didn’t seem to know quite when to stop. He felt himself straying too far from the present and took another deep drink of tea to recenter himself.<br/><br/>After everyone else had said their piece, Kofi set his cup down and sat up straighter looking around the room. “I am Kofi,” his rumbly voice intoned, “I’ve travelled a long way to be here, and although I miss my homeland sorely, I am not eager to begin travelling again. I will gladly remain and get to know the rest of you, it seems to be what the late professor would have wanted.”<br/><br/>“The books intrigue me. I am a lover of stories and tales. Although I doubt these are mere storybooks, I am curious nonetheless. Once Kendra has returned with them, I would like to look at them as well. That is, if no one objects.”