Post by MechaMistress on Aug 1, 2015 13:07:12 GMT -5
*After a long night, a groggy and disheveled elf wanders downstairs from the Imp. She wrinkles her nose in distaste as she eyes those already gathered by the bar. With a dip of her head to Erork, she mutters something and slips into the kitchen to help with dishes.*
In the days after the Frost Fair a hin-sized, hooded and hunched figure can occasionally be seen around the Tipsy Imp. They speak to various people in private or hand out notes. If addressed, the figure speaks with a strange accent and a heavy emphasis on any 's' sound. One may catch them audience addressing the figure as 'Kizupple'.
Salazar enters the Tipsy Imp and orders a glass of wine. His magnificent coat shows no signs of the road.
Salazar's face is covered in black soot. He quickly explains it away as "an explosion" to The half-orc bartender, and looks over toward the peculiar hin-sized hooded figure.
Salazar removes a white cloth from one of the many neatly assorted magical pouches on his belt. He wipes his face and leaves the cloth on the table.
Upon his person is a magnificently made bow slung over the shoulder, and many different wands line his belt. They aren't tucked in, but clasped to the belt in neat fashion. Each of them has a distinct design and they all look to be made from the same maker.