[center][h3][color=39b54a]Toron "Troll" Henson[/color][/h3][/center]

  The walk through the halls of the tower was rather uneventful, the surrounding people simply ignored him and didn’t make eye contact with the strange man. He could see a few others entering through the large wooden doors into the library and his interest was suddenly peaked with a loud crashing sound from the other side. Pushing past a few wary onlookers at the doors, the man took only a few steps inside before tripping on a book someone had dropped and falling onto his face. [color=39b54a]“Ah! Dammit Steve why did you put a book there?”[/color] the man stood up quickly and looked around, “[color=39b54a]well it’s not funny to me[/color]” he seemed to be talking to himself.

  His interest was once again peaked as he saw a rather pretty young lady stood at the entrance looking over the rest of the library next to him. She had a cold confidence about her that would be unsettling for most yet this man came right up to her and smiled. Looking the girl over, the taller man who smelt of earth and somehow a tad bit of onion with vines, grass, and flowers ingrained in his very clothes and a large segmented necklace that draped over his shoulder. He was virtually a walking ecosystem, the more observant clairvoyants would be able to notice a multitude of small insects and creatures living within the vines but never leaving his person. “[color=39b54a]Why hello little lady, how are you this fine evening?” [/color]for most he would be standing a bit too close for comfort but it didn’t seem to bother him.

 [color=39b54a] “I do have something to tell you friend” [/color]suddenly he looked to his left and glared, [color=39b54a]“why would I tell her that... fine I guess.”[/color] Still smiling he turned back to the girl, [color=39b54a]“I would like you to know that you look very pretty but Steve says you also look funny”[/color] his smile never faded but the long segmented necklace began to move. Slowly the head of a very large centipede rose off his right shoulder, its segmented shell moved rapidly back and forth making a hissing sound. The centipede rose to strike but was stopped by Toron, [color=39b54a]“No! Bad Jeff! Down, down”[/color] bringing his hand up to tap the insect on the head, [color=39b54a]“she’s not food.” [/color]Laughing he looked back at the girl as the insect curled back down and around his neck, [color=39b54a]“sorry, he thinks your prey, like a little mouse.”[/color]

  With abnormally strange grace the man moved from the front of the library towards a medium-sized book shelf. The man lunged from end table to end table, across one very unfortunate man balancing a stack of books, and eventually onto the shelf, picking up a book on the way. [color=39b54a]“But don’t worry miss, I would never let Jeff hurt you. For I Am Toron the Troll and I have been summoned to join a circle.”[/color] He spoke while casually walking backwards and moving his arms about to conduct a rather showy bow, [color=39b54a]“I can only imagine that it would be for my combat skills and lavishly good lo”[/color] he was cut off when he slipped off the shelf, tripping over a large book.

  For a moment no movement or sound came from behind the shelf until he popped up with another book on his head wearing it like a hat, [color=39b54a]“Steve stop stealing my thunder, it’s not nice to interrupt people… I don’t care if you think it’s funny.”[/color] The man still spoke to himself as he stood allowing the book to slide off his head. Then as if suddenly being distracted, the man moved from his spot to across the library once more taking an unorthodox route of over and under people and tables until he found himself on top of one of the book shelves that had recently tipped over.

  Silently he stood on top of the shelf staring blankly up at the vaulted ceilings, rocking the shelf back and forth under his feet. The strange man again seemed to be focused on an unseen figure at the other end of the shelf. Taking a stance fit for sword fighting the man drew a tarnished old spoon from his pocket and held it out towards the other end of the shelf while at the same time keeping the book tucked safe behind him in his left hand. [color=39b54a]“So we meet again old friend, how many times is this now... o I see you’ve lost count as well” [/color]with a smile Toron began to fight the invisible assailant showing off some rather fancy foot work as he balanced back and forth across the shelf.

  He did this for more than a few moments before faking getting hit in the stomach and falling back on the shelf letting one of his legs swing down over the side of the shelf. [color=39b54a]“It seems you have bested me once again old friend, perhaps next time I will get the upper hand and defeat you. But alas I’m afraid that will be a sad day indeed.”[/color] For a little while the man fell silent once again, whispering quietly to himself, mostly gibberish, swinging his right leg slowly. Then after resting for a time he finally looked at the book he had been holding onto and smiled as he opened the book and began to read, [color=39b54a]“Ooo mushrooms.”[/color]

[@Tawny Swan][@OneWayOut]