Enter.... Genithar
The large door to the Brewery Tavern's back room bangs open as a robed and hooded figure quickly pushes through, obviously in a rush.
Throwing back his hood, a narrow elven face is revealed, a long nose and pinched features puckered as his almond shaped eyes, halfway hidden by rimless oval blood red lensed spectacles, zero in on the small sprite like construct.
Yellow blond shoulder length hair hangs limply behind his long ears, a headband of dark blue holding back hair from his forehead, and matching the knee length hooded duster/robe of midnight blue and
embroidered with silver stars and moons along hem and sleeves he wears.
A bulging black leather satchel can be seen under the open robe, while a trio of pouches and a Karrnathi made light crossbow, hang off his belt, a small black leather bolt case on his hip, as well as the telltale hilt of a long sword, the sheathed blade neatly sticking out of a slit in his robe.
Nutmeg brown eyes flick around the room at the assembled group as the elf lets out a deep breath and proclaims, "There you are! Your quick cry for aid in the Pottery markets was heard by I, Genithar ir'Rume, but you left too quickly! It seems you've found others to help in your hour of need, but I am not one to let a fellow pursuer of the Art go unaided!"
Standing ramrod straight, and viewing the assembled adventurers, the elf then asks, "If aid is still desired?"
ooc; not sure how to change the color of the text? Good to be here though! Genithar ir'Rume lvl 1 Wizard, 1/4hp, 2/5 AP, AC 13 (touch 13, FF 10) 0-message, detect magic, read magic 1-shield and cause fear memorized