A man in dark green, priest-like vestaments wanders into the Tipsy Imp with a soft step. Long black hair frames his face, the extra lengths tied back into a ponytail. Eyes of an everchanging color seem to gaze about the room watchfully, more in an analytic wonder than in suspicion. The packs strapped to his back rattle and clink with a dull sound, though notably kept rather neat and organized in the placing of each of the possessions. He walks up to the countertop, stopping as he waits for the patrons to move. Once he reaches the front, he hands a roll of parchment, tied off with a small length of green fabric, to Erork with a simple request.
"Please pass this to Misse Isabel Gallendt, the bardess."