[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Temple & Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Yomdi & Magnus[/center][/b]
[color=746f6f]"Sorry te disappoint ye, lad but I stopped drinkin' long ago. Maybe if ye caught me ooooh 20or 30 years back I woulda taken that drink merrily. But now? Not so much."[/color] Nor pulled out a chair at the table before hopping up and clambering into a proper sitting position. He'd been doing this shit for years, but he'd still end up fucking it up very rarely. Luckily now wasn't one of those times. Nevertheless, he still resented the tall races for making all their furniture too fucking tall.

[color=746f6f]"And I'm Nor Dunadkar, son of Gnor. I come from the lands of Arian. A very mountainous country too the far South."[/color] Nor clearly wasn't part of the current conversation between the two warriors, but here he was anyways. They were exchanging pleasantries and the like, so he would too. Not like there was anything else to do in the godsforsaken village while waiting on his one customer to settle his business.[hr]
[color=#17c311]"Master Yomdi, he just said that her original injury was hypothermia caused by overexertion while performing a magical spell."[/color] This Yomdi was quite the card indeed. After listening to Keystone recount the entire chronicle for what had happened, he asked for information he'd already received. Old age might have affected his ability to hear/remember and there were plenty of cases of such things occurring. She'd even met some senior druids who appeared to have gone completely senile, but at the point where she had almost given up on conversation, they would show a glimpse of the true extent of their wisdom. She'd just have to hope that this was something of a similar situation.