[center][h1] Tolthe Kelsys [/h1][/center]
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Tolthes footsteps on the stone roads that paved the way in the crowded gray district were drowned away by the accompanying sounds of carts being rolled by, chatter among the citizens and larger, heavier footsteps of patrons running here and there. It was not until he began to near his destination that crowds started to thin and eventually die away, leaving Tolthe with his naturally light steps, alone as the seemingly rundown shack peeked into view.

The door was quickly approached now, sealed from the outside with only a muffle and no articulation to the voices speaking inside. With a hand outstretched before him, he opened it, letting in the soft glow of light from the exterior and illuminating the space just a little bit more. He looked around, nodding at the few patrons that had already gathered in hello, offering Valerano a slight bow of the head before to began to walk about the room.

The bar of the nest lay along the side of the shack, arranged with an assortment of ales with mostly the same aesthetic as the rest of the building in that it was rustic, slightly damaged and gave the appearance of being abandoned as the contents of the bar were brought then removed before and after each use of the nest. Tolthe made his way to the side of the bar typically reserved for employees and without delay, began to step up his blank tablets and ink so he could be sure to document everything as was his role among the Dusthawks. With the limited supply of parchment and ink, he was often able to summarize everything said in a short amount of verses, always writing in the very uncommonly known Elvin tongue to retain the secrets of the guild, should his tablets ever be compromised.

This was how he waited for the remainder of the Dusthawks to arrive and the official discussions to begin, idling his time by observing and watching the others mingle among each other, making note of new faces, new scars and new stories.