[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=#746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Ntaj, Thomas & Magnus[/center][/b]
Nor looked blankly at Thomas through his many ramblings. He understood maybe half of anything he'd said, but chalked it all up to a bunch of arcane mumbo jumbo. Nothing involving arcane magic ever seemed to make much sense. Wave your arms around like a buffoon, throw around some toenail clippings and then that somehow makes a bolt of lightning? And that was just the practice of it. The word form was even more nonsensical. Try bringing up a star to a wizard type and they'll chat your ear off about astrological something or others and the phases of the ocean. Were it not for the fact that they could break reality, they'd have probably been rounded up and tossed in looney bins long ago. And then they have the gall to be surprised when nobody trusts their lot.

[color=#746f6f]"I'm a barber, lad."[/color] Nor replied curtly to Ntaj. Had he not heard a word of the plethora of pronouncements he'd just made about hair? Of course he could speak the elvish tongue just fine though. [color=#746f6f]"'Merchant' doesn't quite do me justice. Implies I be buying and selling things I've no interest in. Forms the wrong impression. But what did ye have in mind? I might be able te make it work."[/color]