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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 3963147" data-attributes="member: 552">Assuming someone pokes their head in, they find that the tent seems to be the equivelent of an oversized bag of holding, or a strange portable hole, or perhaps something akin to the magnificent mansion spell.After wandering through the first hundred feet of the self-contained environment, you find yourself in what appears to be an oversized study. The walls are ringed with thirty foot high bookshelves, each containing numerous tomes that all look to be a bit larger than necessary. They all lack proper notation on the bindings, and every tome is bound in the same greenish colored fabric.A man with a wreath of ragged white hair wrapped around his head comes running towards you from the opposite side of the room. "Figures that you'd choose to come at the one damn time I told you not to? My name's Sullivan. Sullivan Davis. I'm the keeper of this humble shanty, for the good of knowledge and all that." The man is roughly four feet tall, though probably human. He's covered in a white and blue robe, and he seems to have adorned himself in various splotches of black and red inks. His most peculiar trait, however, is the thick tome hanging on a necklace around him.[sblock=Haros]You immediately recognize this man's regalia and markings as that of a believer in Antonidas. Antonidas is the old god of knowledge and magic, and while not actively despised by the Virtues, he's not generally an accepted influence. Antonidas worshippers run the range from mechanically logical and humourless to completely insane and laughing constantly. Your immediate inclination is that you should take anything this man says with a grain of salt. His size and stature are unthreatening, and you can be fairly confident you could take him down if necessary without much effort. That is, unless he's a favored soul. If that's the case, he might be more dangerous than he looks.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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