[h2][color=6ecff6]Galain Jinn[/color][/h2][h3]Kobold Farms[/h3][hr]
Galain had almost replied to the Runem regarding the payment of his refreshments, or lack thereof, if not for the sudden outburst from the harpy messenger. Among Galain's few weaknesses, loud noise was one of them. Cringing in pain, Galain leaned onto the wall with his bloodied hand in order to support himself up. As he had done so, noticing that everyone's attention was towards the bird-brain, Galain relished this opportunity to clean his dirtied finger. He began by wiping the blood off of it, dragging it on the bar's walls like some sort of barbarian... not that anyone could tell off this primitive construction, anyway.

"[color=6ecff6]Ah... urgent, huh? I suppose we should get there quickly, then.[/color]" Galain remarked, throwing his hood back on as he left for the door. Before he situated himself outside this not-so-fine establishment, however, Galain turned to the bartender once more, his fingers poised towards her in the shape of two pistols.

"[color=6ecff6]Just put that drink on my tab.[/color]" He said, as if proud of his cheapness. One could even swear they saw a [i]wink[/i] from his closed eyes.

The trek for the farm was quite calming, if uneventful. Stereotypical of an elf, Galain quietly admired the more natural bits of the trail as they made their way into the wilder portions of the land. Birds chirping, leaves howling, horns scraping... An idyllic utopia came to mind in Galain's head, one where nature and civilization were one with each other. It filled Galain with a sense of longing to return to the Elf Kingdom.

In the end, however, his new place was here, among beasts and monsters.

Reaching the farm and meeting with the kobold guard, Galain nodded in agreement along with his horned companion. Was she a goat, or just a very strange minotaur? Eh, it didn't matter too much. He's sure introductions will be made more clearly as they completed their duty. Kneeling to the kobold, Galain scratched behind its ear reassuringly. He... still wasn't sure of the social norms of his monstrous neighbors, but he was quite confident in dealing with kobolds. He's owned a puppy before, after all.

"[color=6ecff6]Yes, we've received your message. Who's a good boy? That's right, [i]you.[/i] What's going on? What do you need help with? Did someone fall down a well?[/color]"