Bront
The man with the probe
Vanitri Duskrider, Human Gypsy
A man walks into the Inn, who, if not for the trimmed goatee, could easily be confused for a slightly bulky elf. His long flowing black hair drapes down to his shoulders, his long face is drawn and sharp, having a nearly elven quality to it. He is fairly lithe, and moves quite gracefully. His clothes are worn, but well cared for. With a soft gaze and a warm smile his eyes dart about, examining everyone in the inn.
The man waves to Joe "Greetings my good man. Tis been a while. Perhaps you have a package for me? It should have arived in my name, Vanitri."
"Sure, just got here this morning." Joe says, as he heads to the back, and returns with a moderate sized crate he easily hoists up onto the bar. Joe puts a room key on top "I take it you're staying here for a while?"
"Yes, indeed I am. Tis my home for the moment, as the mood suits me. Thank you Joe."
Vanitri takes the crate under one arm, and slips the room key in his pocket, before he heads up stairs.
Within a matter of minutes, he returns, with a smile and a spring in his step. "Now, Joe, how about a round for everyone?" he calls as he grabs an empty seat at an otherwise occupied table. "Can't let it get too calm 'round here."
A man walks into the Inn, who, if not for the trimmed goatee, could easily be confused for a slightly bulky elf. His long flowing black hair drapes down to his shoulders, his long face is drawn and sharp, having a nearly elven quality to it. He is fairly lithe, and moves quite gracefully. His clothes are worn, but well cared for. With a soft gaze and a warm smile his eyes dart about, examining everyone in the inn.
The man waves to Joe "Greetings my good man. Tis been a while. Perhaps you have a package for me? It should have arived in my name, Vanitri."
"Sure, just got here this morning." Joe says, as he heads to the back, and returns with a moderate sized crate he easily hoists up onto the bar. Joe puts a room key on top "I take it you're staying here for a while?"
"Yes, indeed I am. Tis my home for the moment, as the mood suits me. Thank you Joe."
Vanitri takes the crate under one arm, and slips the room key in his pocket, before he heads up stairs.
Within a matter of minutes, he returns, with a smile and a spring in his step. "Now, Joe, how about a round for everyone?" he calls as he grabs an empty seat at an otherwise occupied table. "Can't let it get too calm 'round here."