<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Borpalface1.jpeg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Borpal</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9090583#msg9090583)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Institute of War<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Borpal's mouth watered as his glistening eyes took in that which entered through the antechamber door. It was beautiful. So, so beautiful. Also, there was a very tall human carrying it on a tray. The small prince restrained himself until the offer was made. Once the bounds of propriety had been loosened, his nimble tongue darted out once, twice and then a third time. Each flick was faster than the eye could follow, and each one signaled the disappearance of one of the fish and rice treats. He chewed only briefly, nearly swallowing each morsel whole. He wasn't a savage -- his tongue touched only the food that he had consumed, leaving the nearby treats unmolested. But then again, he wasn't sure if his companions would see things the same way.<br/><br/>"Most delicious, Sweetwater. I thank you. I am Prince Borpal of the Honeytoe Tribe. It has been a very long time since I've tasted such a delicate blend of flavors. I do hope your presence here means that you'll be part of our company?" The tip of his pink tongue emerged slightly, licking his nearly invisible lips.<br/><br/>He turned back to the conversation in progress, adjusting the height and position of his carpet to include the newcomer in the circle. "Wyren it is, then. There is virtue in simplicity. Frog-man will do for me, in a pinch, but we call ourselves 'grippli'. Not that there are many of us left." He nodded toward Zhara. "The gods have taken away a great deal, as they are wont to do."<br/><br/>He addressed all of them, raising his voice slightly. "So what odd sort of mission could possibly justify summoning the five of us? Something grave indeed, I would imagine. Shall we go in and see what plans have been laid for us?"<br/>