<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>: All y'all<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's long ears stay flat for a while, as he watches the small group flee the wrath of the village priest. Some things don't seem to change much. He shakes himself a little as Quentan's voice rolls through his ears, and prepares to support his corner again. On his guard, after that little encounter, he notices the priest isn't the only new arrival, but as long as neither starts waving sharp objects or yelling insults - or both - he elects to file them and let silkier tongues than his deal with them.