[center][color=7bcdc8][h3]Arthek Yarnspin[/h3][/color][/center]

In the midst of the chaos of the small lodge, a seemingly unassuming half-orc sat at one of the tables by himself, one hand holding a tankard and while the other was making odd gestures as if he were a conductor of an orchestra. Open next to him was an old, worn notebook which a spectral, skeletal hand was frantically scribbling away in with a quill, seemingly at the half-orc's instruction. Every so often, he would mutter something aloud, like [color=7bcdc8]"No, no, that's not quite right"[/color] or [color=7bcdc8]"Perhaps. Perhaps."[/color] His eyes seemed to be waver between observing the various tavern-goers around him and staring at nothing in particular at all.

He was taking some time away from his companions to partake in some light brainstorming and people-watching, currently donned not in his newly acquired theatrical wear but in much shabbier clothing, with a hood pulled up to help conceal his features. He'd taken particular interest in the doctor when she had first arrived, taking note of her muttering. She seemed worried about something, there had to be a story there. [color=7bcdc8]"Mysterious academic walks into a tavern, has a problem that no one can seem to solve..."[/color] Arthek muttered to himself. He glanced over at the spectral hand, which had paused in its writing. [color=7bcdc8]"What are you waiting for? Write that down, write that down!"[/color] he ordered, suddenly seeming very agitated. The hand quickly began following his instruction as he turned his attention back to the doctor, who during the time his eyes had been off her had been approached by two others. One he recognised as one of his cohorts and current muses, the esteemed Rockmar Graniteheart, otherwise known Happy the Clown, making an attempt to get some information and perhaps even a job out of the woman. Good, good, making the story move forward, strong protagonist move there. The other person, however...

[color=7bcdc8]"Huh,"[/color] Arthek said aloud as he fixed his eyes on the water genasi. He clicked his tongue thoughtfully. [color=7bcdc8]"That is... interesting."[/color] He squinted at her, tilting his head to the side as he observed the stranger. [color=7bcdc8]"Peculiar... very peculiar." [/color]Anyone who was paying close enough attention to him would note his neck was starting to bend a [i]little[/i] more than should have been possible. He must have realised what he was doing because he quickly righted himself, in which a sharp click sounded from his neck bones. [color=7bcdc8]"Oof, okay. That... never gonna get used to that."[/color]