<strong>Name:</strong>Alexonder Elaliathvan Grant (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=923319)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Secomber was the first town he had encountered after leaving the High Forest, he had been in the town for about a week now. Being his first visit to another town, he had spent most of his time exploring. In that time he had paid a visit to each tavern he ran across and spent each night in a different in. It was in one of those taverns that he noticed a note calling for adventurers, he would immediately seek out the Nimble Nymph in order to note it's location for the next day's return at the appointed time.<br/><br/>Stepping up to the door of the Nimble Nymph was a figure standing around six feet tell. He was clad in a large flowing forest green cloak which concealed his form while it's lower hem threatened to lick at the ground. While the man didn't seem to draw much attention to himself, his companion certainly did. Standing at his left side was a massive hound with thick dark green fur that held a mixture of large brown spots and stripes. Some might accuse it of being as large as a pony, it possessed rather huge feet with very long claws for a canine. It's ears tended to point straight up as it always seemed to be alert, the dog's head turning with each new scent it's nose captured.<br/><br/>He paused a moment to admire the artwork present upon the door, noting both the similarities and differences to a real nymph. Intense green eyes couldn't help but be drawn to linger upon the beautiful women all upon their couches even as his feet carried him to bar and the halfling woman behind it. His dog followed him, doing an about face once they reached the bar, it's attention focused on the two men standing on each side of the door.  A slightly graveled voice barely above a whisper offered the pass-code before he was heading up the stairs. There was some hesitation from his canine companion as it's front legs seemed to shuffle briefly before it was decided which one was to go first and the dog ascended the stairs.<br/><br/>A low growl was heard followed by a<strong>"It's okay, come"</strong>as a result of passing over the warded threshold. He failed to notice the quiet floor, his footfalls normally silent thanks both to his skill at stealth and the soft boots he wore. A nod of greetings was offered from beneath the cloak's darkened hood as he was moving to an empty chair which faced the door.  His gaze scanning over each one of the gathered adventurers, his head only being allowed to make subtle movements as he did so. He noticed how the human who introduced himself as Jason, had collected food upon a dagger, taking his cue; he would do the same. His motions where slow as he drew his dagger from it's sheath at his right boot, the first thing he did was cut off a good sized piece of meat before handing it to his canine companion. He collected a bit of everything upon his dagger, wishing to sample as much of the food as possible. An appreciative nod was offered to Jason, accompanied by a<strong>"Good idea."</strong>As for the liquids, he would start with a bit of ale, before moving to the wine and then finally the mead. Pouring only a little of each into the mug he claimed, moving on to the next each time he emptied the mug.<br/><br/>He continued to enjoy his sampling of the offered food and drink, choosing to remain silent even as he was mildly amused by Jason's jest. He might've thought the man was serious had it not been for the bit about tickling to carry out the 'mission.'