<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Arriving in Kirborg<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, Morning.<br/>Tagging: GM/NPCs<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eztli'eyal returns to his usual wont of listening and watching more than he talks. Mostly, he looks for food and immanent trouble - not necessarily in that order. By the time they reach the ford, he's found neither, but he has picked up a fallen branch, a little shorter than he is tall and mostly straight. He trims most of the excess off it as he walks, setting the smaller pieces aside for kindling when they dry out.<br/><br/>He uses it to test the path ahead of him. It's not that he doesn't trust the guard's word about the safe path, but he doesn't really want to find out the hard way that something changed since the last time the guard used it. Neither does he want either Alain or one of the horses to find out the hard way, let alone the porters or Krolus. He's glad enough to be able to discard the branch once they've reached the island, although, again, he doesn't just throw it away, he breaks it down into smaller pieces once he doesn't need it anymore. It will be useful later, if not to him, then someone else. That he squelches while he walks, and he's once again cold and wet through, he doesn't complain about - he was promised an inn, and most inns have places for wet, grumpy travelers to dry off, warm up and get food into them. That will come before the end of the day, and Eztli is content to wait that long.