[center][color=B3FB95][h2]Aleka Doneka[/h2][/color][/center]

[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth] [/right][/sub]

[color=B3FB95]“In addition to your given name, I require your surname, prior and/or current occupation, village or city and country of origin, the same information for your next of kin, a brief description of your skills, and assuming that I do not need to summon the grave keeper, what classification gave you that tongue.”[/color] Aleka listed after giving him a long look after his introduction. 

As Aleka finished, so did the music. It was jarring and sudden as the pianist abandoned his song to turn in his seat, child-like excitement written plainly across his face. The blue skinned elf wore a white shirt with a high collared shirt with a cascade of ruffles falling down the front of the shirt and framed by the royal blue vest and paired with a pair of dark hose that ended in boots with far more buckles than necessary. He didn’t move to get up but he was tapping the tips of all twelve of his fingers together in excitement.