<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kendra's Demense<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All present.<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/>"Holy water, or dwarven brandy?" Innoki murmurs, pausing wherever he ended up. "I am.. given to believe there is a difference." Whatever the dwarves may or may not say about it - Innoki doesn't sound like he's met one to refute the claim, which might explain the sideways glance he gives Quentan. "I .. nrgh. I suppose you might call me a 'hunter'. My skill lies with the blade, and by Ketephys' blessing, so goes my life. I can track - men or beasts, as needed - and ..I know a little about locks." He nods in Senthaynatrix' direction. "Not as much as I might, clearly." From the cant of his ears, that doesn't please him, but he's not going to hold it against the little scholar. "I am fluent in the human trade tongue, in addition to my own language, and my mentor insisted I also learn the languages of the celestials, the First World and ..." He wrinkles his nose, like he just put something obscene in his mouth, "-the orcs."<br/>He spins on his heel, pacing back the other way, as if to get away from the nasty word. "I can be sneaky if I need to be... and I do not leave companions behind." Whether he personally likes them or not - if he has to tuck Senthaynatrix under his arm like a sack of potatoes to accomplish that, he looks like he's willing. Just, you know. He'd rather not get bitten. Gored with a horn he'll probably endure... as long as it isn't deliberate.<br/>