[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone & Ntaj[/center][/b]

And the oaf who nearly knocked him over turned out to be someone who might be civilized in a land full of primitives and barbarians. Nor blinked as everyone who wasn't a blithering drunk left the tavern. Not one to miss out on a potential profit so easily, he turned around and followed them as best as he could given his short legs. When the greenskin brought up relaxing, Nor took that chance to try getting in a sales pitch.

[color=746f6f]"Been travelin' awhile, aye? Well if'n ye need te relax, do I have good new fer ye. I just so happen te own the right tools fer clearin' the brush if'n ye know what I mean. Fer only a minor fee I can have ye feelin spick and span, face as smooth as marble and even a new haircut if the desire so be it."[/color]

[color=#17c311]"I can provide proof for his claim,"[/color] Cyne chirped. Sure she might look like a dirty woodsman, but that should only reinforce any claims of druidity. But regardless of appearances, she did have plenty of ways of identifying her membership in the Druid organization, as was a necessity for an organization as scattered and diverse as the Circle was. Having to ID herself was a bother, but if that's what it took to get in, she'd suffer the minor inconvenience without complaint.