[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone & Thomas[/center][/b]
Cyne looked over the dwarf who was apparently the new party of their little crew. He looked like a dwarf all right. Aside from this one aspect, she couldn't determine much about the newcomer. Maybe it was her brain taking awhile to truly start up, but she had no idea how helpful he would end up being. But at least it would be more than nothing given how many people had taken to mysteriously vanishing. This group was less like a snowball rolling downhill so much as a tumbleweed that picked up new materials from the ground as quickly as it lost parts of its former make up.

[color=17c311]"I don't believe we've met. I'm Cyneburg. I guess you could call me the resident druid of the group."[/color]

[color=746f6f]"Nor Dunadkar. Pleasure tae meet ye."[/color] And then neither of them spoke a word to the other for the rest of the wait until food arrived. It's not like they disliked each other. There was just nothing to say for the time being. When food arrived, Nor ate heartily, but measured. After all, he wasn't all that famished. Cyne on the other hand devoured her egg-filled bread bowl in the span of a couple of minutes.

[color=#17c311]"So Thomas,"[/color] the druid asked as she wiped off remnant egg bits from her mouth,[color=#17c311] "did you happen to do anything interesting yesterday? I was off with others the whole of yesterday and didn't get to see much of the 'main' group's doing."[/color]