<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/>Shy his cloak, and with the heaviest of his armaments hung or leaned neatly out of the footpath, Innoki still looks a little strange and out of place - like any elf in a human household might. He accepts - after some careful consideration - a glass of wine. Tea might be wiser, but he is in no hurry to face the reading of the will sober - well. Not fully sober.<br/><br/>He finds himself a seat, sprawling a little inelegantly in a chair not really intended to accommodate an elf's long legs, and listens, one ear cocked forward. For the most part, none of it seems to surprise him - but the end bits... those make him sit up, both ears twitching in visible surprise -<em>'you said what</em>?!' - that keeps him silent until Hearthmount has left. Stay..? For a month..? Innoki sits back, thinking about that, about what he knows about the Professor's habits and what of them might cause him to ask such a thing. "I can stay a month or so." He says, finally. He doesn't, quite, keep a thread of concern out of his voice - what the hell kind of danger was Lorrimor expecting that he'd ask a handful of proven-competent (in his eyes) friends to keep an eye on his daughter?