[b]Name:[/b] Kerylun
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Gargoyle
[b]Class:[/b] Archer
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] Open [b]Mentioned:[/b] [@Holy Soldier] (No), [@Cyrania] (Gwendolyn), [@Ayemdar] (Raven)

Damn appointments... He hated appointments! At least it was in the morning, the time the [i]Greased Oak[/i] would be rather empty. At least that was what people said. The gargoyle had not yet experienced this himself due to a significant lack of coins to spend for the delicious meat they offered. Again, that was what people [i]said[/i].

In the cold morning air, Kerylun discharged a cloud of condensed water every few seconds. The rather loud breathing noise was telling a story about how much air he needed just for maintaining his usual, slow pace that gave most people ample opportunities to pass him or cross his way. It raised the question why he was walking when he had wings to fly with. It would certainly have been faster and saved his naked feet from unrecognized and direct contact with a tiny bit of disgusting dirt here and there, but what would people say when he would circle above their heads until they finally made enough room for a proper landing ? Not that he cared that much about the welfare of humans, but he cared about the welfare of his nerves!

Finally, Kerylun had reached his destination and squeezed through the doorframe. Another gasp, but this one broke with the rhythm. Was that smoke ? Sure, there were candles all over the place, but this smelled different. Yet the creature had arrived too late to observe the cause for it. He looked around, his ember eyes scanning the room. Three persons were sitting or standing around the table in question: A half-elf, a quite large human-looking male and another elf that seemed to be busy taking care of him. The gargoyle reached for two chairs, turned each of them around so that their backs faced the table and slowly sat down with straddled legs and his tail not being blocked by a backrest. He really wasn't sure if and how long the furniture would support his weight. [color=a6a6a6]"Good morning. How are you doing ?"[/color] His words were more adressed towards the elves than to No, who seemed rather busy dealing with whatever had happened to him. Maybe this guy would continue doing just that... it would be a nice thing.