<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Out and about<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All present.<br/><strong>Stats</strong>:<em>HP </em>10/10 -<em> Init</em>: +3<br/><strong>Currently</strong>: Looking for tracks, swearing inventively.<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Innoki looks around at the crowd, looks at the mess and mutters an obscenity against the sick bastard that did this. Then he sighs. "No hope of tracks remaining now - but watch where you step anyway..." Doesn't this town have a sheriff? Or a constable? Or something? Innoki mutters under his breath; quietly cursing pretty much anyone who would use an innocent animal to do something like this. It sounds very pretty, as long as you don't understand him and know he's suggesting that whoever did this be strung up and have their guts strewn all over hell and gone. Really slowly. While they watch...