<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ravengro<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All y'all<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 watched as the small group gathered, still trying to think where ... ah. Not where he might have seen. A memory or two clicks into place, and he straightens a fraction. So many and varied... the man who had listened so carefully to an apprentices' fumbling tales would surely be glad to see so many of his acquaintances and friends here, although the robed figure gets a good, long look - that was no accent Innoki had ever heard, but ... something in it made the small hairs on his neck tingle and his ears flatten before he caught himself. If they were here, and they knew the professor, surely they couldn't be all bad, even if they did make the hunter in him shiver in anticipation. He does not ... quite ... stare, taking in the newer arrivals.<br/><br/>The dwarf... that one does not look like a man who takes life gently. He had heard more than a few tales of dwarves, and after a moment or two, the name finally clicks - one of a small handful mentioned specifically to him as people who might be able to recreate the wind-blade that Innoki favored. For that alone, his expression softens slightly, and he nods briefly in greeting. He doesn't miss Aesa's look, nor the hints, small as they may be to a purblind human, that she bears perhaps more than a drop of elven blood. It takes effort to keep his features even, his ears from flicking into a position of distaste. She, too, spoke as one who had known the professor, and possibly very well; he can almost hear the chiding voice, reminding him not to judge. For his memory, Innoki can manage that.<br/><br/>Mentally shaking off the hunter's mantle at the sound - almost familiar, and yet... so very sad - of Kendra's voice, it takes him a second or two to track the term, a moment of sifting through references and customs before he nods, and, after a moment of hesitation, finds a place on the opposite side of the casket from Aesa.