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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 6175057" data-attributes="member: 2710">Eanos stands for a moment that seems to span forever, digesting the quick and gregarious response of the half-elf. He opens his mouth to speak when the already-busy inn becomes positively crowded, job offers, colorful characters, and questionable food flying about willy-nilly. It takes him longer to respond (apparently, the red-haired archer isn't one for doing things without consideration, and the Inn seems quite full of things to consider).Finally, he slips into a seat, back as much toward the wall as he can, so that his clear, green eyes can continue to scan the commotion with mostly-hidden nervousness. "Not as good with a bow as those who train in it alone," he offers in response to Tyrien's long-ago question as if the conversation never stalled. He shrugs. "My Lady had other secrets to whisper to me. Comes in handy now and then, being on the right side of a god, yes?" he gives a slight grin at that, and it seems there may be more than he's telling as concerns his own nature with his deity. [sblock=ooc]Tyrien has no ranks in Know: Religion, so I don't know if she'd realize Issolatha is generally a halfling patron, so it's a bit odd for Eanos to worship her, let alone have divine magics from her[/sblock]"Dragons, you say?" and here Eanos gives a bit of a smirk. "Seen a few young ones myself, actually. Was meant to be securing them, but my arrows struck a bit too true. Also: not always great swimmers, dragons, especially when they're swimming," he says, then raises the mug of halfling mead he's poured himself surreptitiously."To finding one or two of your own, yes?"</blockquote>

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