<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SeFfkMQ.png?1)</div><strong>Arrian Galrin</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14168811#msg14168811) (Mythweavers (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1590734))<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Isselbach Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirss, Most-Definitely-Not-A-Wizard, Temerity, Ye'me<br/><hr/><br/>Arrian managed to suppress a yawn as he made his way towards the inn, hoping business would be good today - in that the tippers would be generous and the Johns wouldn't be cheapskates - that latter part was mostly Jael's way of thinking, he reminded himself.  As was usual for him when making his presence at an establishment, he was was wearing his finer set of clothes and kept his long silvered hair tied up to show off his elven heritage, which (he felt) added a flair of mystique.  Longsword slung across his back and jutting over his shoulder, his shorter blade and whip were hidden beneath the folds of his clothes.<br/><br/>As he entered, he took a moment to survey the room.  The local color seemed rather typical, but the redheaded girl (who seemed a bit flat of chest), was easily the most visually arresting.  "Trust barbarians to make a scene," he muttered to himself, but with good humor.  It wasn't his place to judge others after all.  Foreigners always seemed to stand out - the darkly alluring woman keeping her to herself and the striking green-haired elven girl (who also seemed somewhat flat of chest; was this some sort of trend?)<br/><br/>It didn't take too long to notice the subtle separations between the local men from that of women and outsiders.  It pricked a bit, but Arrian could hardly mind; if the locals were fine with foreign men sitting among their women, then who was he to argue?  Once he had found a place to sit, Arrian checked his coin purse, reflecting how lean it had become.  It wouldn't hurt to find some kind of employment soon and was about to get up and check out the situation with the owner of the inn when an older robbed man started his private tirade.  Arrian was about to ignore him, until the part about treasure came up.  By coincidence, he could feel a rumble in his stomach, as though it had long tired of onion and turnip soup and longed for richer fare.<br/><br/>He was about to offhandedly make a comment relating to the man's casual lackadaisical plan to find the supposed cave, but the green and redheaded girls beat him to it.<br/><br/>"A promise of treasure will hardly find anyone wanting, sir, but I hope you'll not waist the time of these pretty girls with a vague assertion of divination," noted Arrian as he came up to the table, not quite aware that there was only one girl present.  "If a simple spell of divination was all it took to find the cave, be certain it would have been filched long ago by those of less noble a profession than one interested in academia."<br/><br/>The girls certainly looked eager to get their hands on any treasure, though Arrian himself was a bit more skeptical - for all he knew, the robbed man could just be an old pervert, looking to ambush young women with sleep spells and rob them of money and virtue.  He wasn't certain about this man's story, but at the very least, he could stick around and look into the well being of the two women.<br/><br/>"The name's Arrian," he offered modestly and without flair, allowing is appearance (and sword!) to speak for itself.  "And if you don't mind, I'd hear your tale."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arrian's trying to get a sense for the not-wizard fellow, especially if he's being deceptive or not forthright in his intentions.<br/><br/>Wisdom (Insight) roll result 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120217).</div></div>