<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y335/SheerFantasia/KyrasIllian2_zpsa742faa8.jpg?t=1406017781)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">KYRAS ILLIAN</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Class:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Oracle of Winds 6 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=953933)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong>The Slaughtered Prince (main room)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group</span><br/><hr/><br/>Kyras raised an eye-brow at the pointed-ears remark, but but he was too widely travelled to care overly much - there was worse to hear that than that - but the topic was on drink, of which he raised his cup to: "I'll drink to that at least; never drank a cup of mead or wine or other that killed me, though I suppose occasionally I have regretted it the next morning that I wish it did!"<br/><br/>Continuing to stare blankly at the table, brought his hands together in theatric gesture of gathering himself.  "I must ask now, how many of you intend to be here on the 'morrow?  At the very least, some task is expected of us, and since all here seem like boon companions, I'd rather face the future together rather than in few."<br/><br/>Toasting to future endeavours, Kyras drained his cup and set it down.  "On that note though, I'll have to call it a night.  I'll retire to the inn I've been staying at during my time here - it's a few blocks down the road.  There is... allegedly, a colourful jester playing a harp on its sign board, and if anyone needs a place for the night, I'd recommend it - the landlady is nice, and the prices are reasonable.  Hopefully I'll see, or rather meet, with all of you tomorrow here again.  Lady Alara.  Lady Tari.  Gentlemen."<br/><br/>Pushing his chair back, Kyras stood and began tapping his way towards the door, a rueful smile playing across his lips.  He'd let them know in the future about his 'blindness' but for now, they were in too public a place for the disclosure and he didn't know how they might react.  Plus, it was about time he read that damn letter and find out just what exactly he had done to this 'Mr. Finn'.