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<blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 572018" data-attributes="member: 8222">A small figure shifted in the corner, mummbling in his sleep. Suddenly, he woke, a hawk-like nose poking forth from under a long green scarf.The Gnome, for Gnome he was, looked about with bleary eyes of the deepest blue. The Commons Room was filling up; mercenaries, farmers and a pair of tired looking City Guards in the corner eating soup.The Gnome stretched, he had dozed off in the corner, so tired was he from writing all night.Looking about, he removed his long grey coat, revealing a Dark Blue vest (matching nearly, if not identically, his eyes), complete with Silver Buttons (a few missing,and kept in a pocket).a rater tattered yellow shirt under his Vest showed wear, and a bit of dirt and spilled drink as well.Long Black hair, uncharacteristic in Gnomes, spilled unkempt around his face,his Green ribbon lying in an other of his many pockets.The Gnome closed his eyes and listened (21 total).The Lutist had just hit an off note, no, his instrument was slightly out of tune.The Gnome stood, stretching and yawning. Picking up his worn case, he walked over to the Man.'Greetings, Olliver, my Friend, I do believe your Lute is a bit out of tune.' Pulling a small tuning fork out of his pocket, the Gnome offers it to the man whose acquaintence he had made this past week as he worked this part of town.Setting the Fork down, Niccolo opens his case and pulls forth an Exquisite Violin, of deepest Cherrywood, with silver fiagree along it's surface, these Elven Runes and Musical Notes.'Mind if I join you, Oli?' Niccolo tunes up, quietly so as not to disturb the Lutist.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Uriel, post: 572018, member: 8222"] A small figure shifted in the corner, mummbling in his sleep. Suddenly, he woke, a hawk-like nose poking forth from under a long green scarf. The Gnome, for Gnome he was, looked about with bleary eyes of the deepest blue. The Commons Room was filling up; mercenaries, farmers and a pair of tired looking City Guards in the corner eating soup.The Gnome stretched, he had dozed off in the corner, so tired was he from writing all night. Looking about, he removed his long grey coat, revealing a Dark Blue vest (matching nearly, if not identically, his eyes), complete with Silver Buttons (a few missing,and kept in a pocket).a rater tattered yellow shirt under his Vest showed wear, and a bit of dirt and spilled drink as well. Long Black hair, uncharacteristic in Gnomes, spilled unkempt around his face,his Green ribbon lying in an other of his many pockets. The Gnome closed his eyes and listened (21 total). The Lutist had just hit an off note, no, his instrument was slightly out of tune. The Gnome stood, stretching and yawning. Picking up his worn case, he walked over to the Man. [COLOR=tomato]'Greetings, Olliver, my Friend, I do believe your Lute is a bit out of tune.'[/COLOR] Pulling a small tuning fork out of his pocket, the Gnome offers it to the man whose acquaintence he had made this past week as he worked this part of town.Setting the Fork down, Niccolo opens his case and pulls forth an Exquisite Violin, of deepest Cherrywood, with silver fiagree along it's surface, these Elven Runes and Musical Notes. [COLOR=tomato]'Mind if I join you, Oli?'[/COLOR] Niccolo tunes up, quietly so as not to disturb the Lutist. [/QUOTE]

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