The chill waters of the Serpent refreshed Xholkrox, his blood flowed with the thrill only his kind knew after a swim in the turbulent current of a fast flowing and cold body of water. Yet something niggled at him, gnawed away at his nerves. The words and actions of the Troubadour the night before irked the young T'Skrang and he ached to know more of what he alluded to the previous moon rise.<br/><br/>With a mixture of excitement and trepidation he pulled his body from the waters and clothed himself. His muscles burned from the exercise, his mind raced with the possibilities that he hoped would open to him this very morn.<br/><br/>With purpose to his stride the young T'Skrang stepped forward, his intention was to search out the Troubadour after he had visited his friends, but he was as usual at a loss as to which of his female companions he should visit upon first less the others get jealous.<br/><br/>Pausing for only a second he thought, his mind raced until, as every day a choice of randomness secured it's self in his head. "Today the Inn keep will have a extra customer for the breaking of my fast" he said to no one in particular.