[@Banana]

   [color=7ea7d8]"Ohh, I go by many names. But they are not important. Call me Tim if you need a name, it will do just as good as any."[/color], the man had a croacky voice, and his tone would go up and down in random points of sentences like the voice of a teenager, [color=7ea7d8]"What is important is YOU. Why are you here? What is that on your neck? What do you remember? Do you want to go back? Who do YOU think I am? Those are the important questions!"[/color]

   The tiny man looked almost confused by the half elf's interest on him. He could sense big events were tied to this elf, but the ropes making the connection were slowly losing it's grips on this one's soul. Maybe his path was a lie? The Old Lady wouldn't have reclaimed this one if it weren't for a good reason. Or maybe she just wanted to go back on her investment.

   No matter the answers, this was just too much to think about right now. The small man picked up the mug in front of him and chugged all of it in one big gulp. As he rested the mug back on the table, it was filled to the brim with beer.