<strong>Xholkrox </strong><br/><br/>Pulling his tongue in as Garashna sugested the T'Skrang almost fell off of the bench when Ari sat down and mentioned going to her room, only when he realised that she was talking to everyone at the table did he regain his pose and sit round properly in order to answer her question. His breathing might have been a little faster than normal but he didn't care, he put it down to the exertion of having to jump into the cold waters and then pull the Troubadour out onto the jetty. Of course the fact that, that had happened a while ago, and he was now talking to one of the loves of his life after a misunderstanding that had caused him to catch his breath didn't even cross his mind.<br/><br/>"That, my dear friend is a question that I am not at liberty, nor allowed to answer, suffice it to say that he is here on some what a mission of great import and intrigue that five young adventuress people such as we would do well to listen to, perhaps to learn more of the outside world and what goes beyond the waters we love and adore" the young T'Skrang replied with a knowing look on his face, when in fact he was as much in the dark as any of them.<br/><br/>Turning to Reya, Xholkrox seized upon the chance to impress the Elf maid with a tale of bravery he hoped would send her heart a flutter "Now that I can answers and answer I will, I had been on guard all eve, the fog had bee growing steadily thicker, each passing moment my guard went up. I felt as if something was about to happen and I was not wrong, less than half an hour ago , there came a cry from out in the fog, possibly a fight aboard a boat, maybe an attack by Pirates, who can tell. But as it happened I heard a splash, the sound of someone falling over board, possibly after being half killed by brigands" He paused for effect looking at each of his companions in turn he continued "With out any thought for my safety, I leap from my guard station and dove into the churning cold waters of the river, frantically I searched the dark depths for the mystery person, eventually after searching for as long as I could hold my breath, I found the poor Minstrel half drowned. Pulling him to the bank, I managed to revive him to the semblance of life you see in front of you now and brought him have sodden and sorely wounded to the inn for some much need warmth"<br/><br/>