<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 nods. "I'd suggest after lunch - maybe even after dinner, if we're determined to keep this quiet." He certainly keeps a low, albeit conversational tone...<br/><br/><strong>Back at the Manor</strong><br/><br/>Voices in the drawing room prompt a very different kind of motion from Innoki - he holds a hand up, asking Quentan to lag a little while he listens. Hearing no voices he recognizes, his ears flatten, then he straightens and takes a step into the doorway proper. Better nip this in the bud before they get ahead of themselves.  "I would not advise that." The voice in the doorway is calm, no matter how startled its owner looks on seeing the group gathered. "The place is crawling, and we are not prepared." The elf - couldn't be anything else, between the height and the ears - considers Kalna, Nimeda and Shorn, then shrugs a little. "Innoki Duskwoven. Quentan is behind me." He twitches an ear a little, an unspoken request for someone to introduce .. well, everyone else.<br/>