<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kendra's Manor<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open<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's ears flatten - not 'I'm not listening', but more 'how the fuck many times do I have to repeat myself here?!' - as he listens to Lexi. "True. The place has already claimed at least one experienced, knowledgeable man. I am in no hurry to feed it more." He'd like to think no one else wants that either, but the cant of one long ear says he's starting to not be so sure.<br/><br/>He leans forward, fingers tapping the leather cover of his journal, as if to add emphasis to his words. "I said nothing of 'sit'. Quentan has said nothing of 'sit'. Anyone who wants to help Quentan carry things - or talk the Pharasmins into selling us whatever they can spare, either for goods or information-" His expression says 'both'... "-should by all means go. Anyone who would like to help me grill the Sheriff about Harrowstone is welcome to come along. But nowhere in this plan is anyone likely to be merely 'sitting and waiting'."<br/><br/>Finally, the ghost of a wry grin plays about the corner of his mouth. Reading is work, after all... boring, headache-inducing work. "If you can think of anything else we can do to prepare ... ? I am only a bounty hunter. I track the living. I don't know a damn thing - if you will pardon the expression - about hunting the dead. But I do know I'm not going into that prison at night, and I'm not going in without at least a vat of holy water; better yet, a vat of holy water and some idea how to lay the restless dead to rest." Any suggestions that don't involve mass suicide, he's certainly interested in ....