[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Kyra[/center][/b]
[color=746f6f]"Wouldn't expect otherwise."[/color] Unless there was a rigid social hierarchy in place, a group always needed consent of the whole before any adjustments were made to it. And from what he'd seen of this ragtag band of misfits, a rigid hierarchy was far from a reality. Like it or not, he had to get in good with most of the group to get in the club. not so difficult considering there weren't that many of them and he was on at-least neutral terms with all the ones he had any reasonable amount of contact with insofar. Not bad, if he did say so himself.

[color=746f6f]"Morning tae ye too, lass. I don't believe I ever introduced meself,"[/color] Nor said after  approached Satilla, offering a thick, weathered hand to her in greeting. [color=746f6f]"Nor Dunadkar at yer service."[/color] Yeah, he was interrupting her breakfast, but hopefully she wouldn't mind too much. He didn't want to stand around awkwardly, watching her eat for the next 10 minutes.  Briefly his eyes flitted to the odd mage kid from the night before, but he stopped paying him mind. The kid wasn't worth the trouble.