<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lorrimor Residence, common area<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Senthaynatrix, Lexi, Caladrel, Quentan<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 trails along behind her - not terribly unlike a student picked up on the way to class, not that he seems to realise it - trying to figure out the cold fingers of dread that slide down his spine every time he hears Lexi's voice. There's something there... a familiarity that remains just out of his grasp. He's almost got it when Senthaynatrix speaks up in a language he understands, and he is jolted out of his attempts to run the half-familiar thread down. Having had no /formal/ education, he only registers the tone as, again, familiar - his teacher got a similar one on occasion. Particularly when his student showed a certain resistance to picking up a skill or desired behavior.... He lightly plucks his journal from Senthaynatrix' fingers and tucks it back into a pocket.<br/><br/>"Smells like someone was productive." Innoki comments dryly. Whether he tracked all, or enough, of Lexi's comment or not, he clearly isn't planning to comment on it himself. "The others should come in soon - the temple isn't that far from here. How about you, Quentan? Success?"