<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Unfurled Scroll<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Quenten, Aesa<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 gives his journal an irritated look, then shrugs and starts putting away the stack he has been ruffling through. "I have a nasty feeling about this. We might want to lay in a stock of holy water." Or, you know, go in with a battalion of Hunters of the Damned, or something. Innoki's expression is pretty sour. "We should probably head back and compare notes." And maybe, against all possible odds, Senthaynatrix will have dredged up something useful. Innoki can hope.<br/>