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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 6790062" data-attributes="member: 6801311">Zinnelis Laediril, Elven RangerDunn Wright Inn<img src="http://i63.tinypic.com/2qm1yle.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Zinnelis Laediril pulled the hood of his cloak up further against the wind and snow as he trudged through the gates of Venza. Though few were on the roads in this weather, the streets of the city were still bustling. The elf nimbly danced out of the way of an ox-drawn cart, drawing a curse from the driver.Zinn rather disliked the city. It had been years since he had need to venture into Venza. Most of his work was in and around Tritowers, keeping safe the lumberjacks that worked the forests and the merchants that traveled between there and Venza. Occasionally he took a job on the Silver Road out to Silverton and sometimes as far as Gist.In the winter months, though, work slowed, and occasionally even an adventurer needed to look at the job boards, and the best place in the region for that was Venza, and the Dunn Wright Inn.Warm air rushed through the door into Zinn’s face as he pulled open the portal to the inn. The large common room -- large enough to hold the crew of several ships in port -- was as full as he remembered it. Tugging the door against the wind, he locked out the cold before he got too many scowls from the patrons seated near the door.Zinn pushed his hood back. His hair was dark, black some might say, but when the light hit it right there were green tones to it, unusual for the normally fair folk. He scanned the common room, noting a few disapproving looks at the sight of an elf. He ignored them and headed for a table, yanking off his gloves and shaking snow from his cloak. Settling in, he ordered some mulled wine and a bowl of stew to warm himself.</blockquote>

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