<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 does have the good grace to look apologetic. If he doesn't have to dredge up bad memories, he prefers not to. He slaps a more or less supportive sort of expression on as he collects a seat and settles in to listen, notebook open in front of him.<br/><br/>His ears flatten slightly as he listens, twitching here and there in sympathy; what kind of idiot was the Warden, employing a mage who had never seen the field without making sure he could handle things going pearshaped? Innoki shakes his head a little, as he refills Alendru's cup, picking up his notes again after without too much trouble. "Casks of oil? Lamp oil?" Innoki sounds a little dubious about that part; the warden's decisions up to that point had been poor enough, but ... He flips a couple of pages back, looks at his rough sketches of the floor plan. "That must have been a number of casks, to start that big a fire, that quickly. Did someone drop a lamp?" Or as bad, strike a spark... lamp oil, of all the things. He's heard of a very basic arcane spell that does much the same thing, only, without the tendency to flames... but perhaps Alendru had not had it prepared.<br/><br/>"Something else that bugs me. You would have heard about the monument being vandalized yesterday? With the 'V' glyph and all; it has been suggested that it references a 'Vesorianna Hawkran', the Warden's wife? Did she survive the fire?" Innoki can manage a gentle tone, when he cares to, although he is not so good at it as some.