<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kendra's Demesne<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/>Momentarily occupied with trying to figure out what the hell had been said - Innoki clearly doesn't speak or understand Draconic - and he's trying not to curl his ears at her pronunciation of his native tongue. He finally shakes his head and looks up, only to freeze, a perfect statue of an elf, for several very long moments until Kendra sets the chest down, and the thump reminds him to breath.<br/><br/>Cousin, the fire-haired one said to the dragon-kin. And kinsman, to him. Innoki set his glass down with care, then leaned forward to bury the fingers of both hands in his hair. Lorrimor had strange friends - he had always said having friends everywhere was a benefit and a boon and he had told stories... hadn't he and Aradeyal both told him not to judge too quickly? Finally, he straightens, dropping his hands to dangle in front of his knees. "<acronym title="Grant me patience...">Vaes mar ne'maii</acronym>..." He sounds a little tired, and definitely not drunk enough. "I am Innoki Duskwoven, and .. " He straightens a little, for a better angle to peer into the chest, "I get the impression Professor Lorrimor anticipated this."<br/><br/>He only considers Sentha's request for a moment before he remembers what she was riding, and winces, shaking his head. He's never had good luck with equines, of any variety, and he would like to keep his fingers.