[Center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]


It was a surprise that the bard knew Jørmund's story. Typically this far south of the Northlands most people thought that those that inhabited that region were uncivilized, unwashed raiders. This was true to a degree. Most were raiders, and there were tribes that were even despised by other North men. Those tribes were brutal and raided anyone that was part of their tribe. Some even ate the flesh of those they had slain in the raids. 

He shook his head dismissing the highway bard and made his way towards the tent where the tavern would be. Aura and Flicker seemed intent on finding this fourth Genasi and he found little need to. Sure others like him and the other two were uncommon, even in his village there was only him and his father who were touched by the magic from the elemental plane. Being so eager to find another just did make sense to him though. 

He claimed a seat close to the bar he ordered some of the dwarven fire whiskey and some of whatever food they were serving. While he waited, he noticed that Plasm was there as well sitting by themselves. Grabbing his meal and whiskey, he walked over to the table that Plasm was at. [Color=khaki]"Mind if I join you? Better to eat and drink with someone you know than by yourself. Least that is how it is back home. Less likely to end up in trouble or something like that."[/color]