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Soon however, it becomes clear to Zorlen that apparently whatever that was going to be said has been said. Sighing, he takes out his spellbook and studies for a while. He has been loosing his edge in the arcane arts of destruction, having relied on his enchanted staff for too long. He soon starts to mouth the words of the particular spell he had been reading, a nasty habit of his that he is completely unconsious of, and accidently sent a fireball, thankfully one without a blast radius, flying across the room. The fireball hits the opposite wall, without hitting anyone, and then simply fizzled. Embarrased, Zorlen hastily puts away his spell book and tries to look as innocent as possible.

The door to the commons opens and a robed figure strides in. He is carrying a staff that is, upon closer examination, is slightly glowing. The look on his face clearly states that he is interested in what is going on in the room. He looks around the room, trying to find a place where he can set up shop and swap some stories. Finding a suitible location along the west wall, he sits down and rests his staff against the wall and slings his bag on his chair.

There is a great commotion coming from the den, followed by a burst of collective laughter. Zorlen hastily finishes his drink. "Now I hope you'll excuse me, but I must be going. Sounds like something of interest is happening in the den. Good night to all of you." Zorlen gathers his belongings and walks out of the room in the direction of the den.

"Finally! Someone has found their tounge in this tavern! I was beggining to think someone had cast some sort of silence in here. But forgive my ramblings, i am Zorlen Trivar, at your service."

"Hmm... quiet place," Zorlen mutters. He takes another swig of his shien. "Very unusual for a tavern as well known as this one."

Introducing Zorlen Trivar Name: Zorlen Trivar Age: 28 Race: Breton Weapon of choice: Staves, Fists and the occasional destruction spell The tavern door slowly opens and a robed figure enters the room, leaning on his staff. He limps over to the bar and orders some shien. As you look closer at his robes, they appear to have been torn as if by some animal. Your gaze continues to appraise his appearence, and soon you notice that his staff slightly glows. Soon however, a soulgem tumbles out of his pouch. He hastily grabs it and mutters what sounds like an apology. After taking a swig of his shien, he lowers his hood and looks around. Shoulder length bergundy hair falls about, still damp from the rain outside. when he gazes in your direction, you immediately notice a scar running halfway down his right cheek. Noticing you staring, he says out loud: "This is an old battle scar, but that tales for another day. My name is Zorlen Trivar, as i'm sure you have been wondering. You'll have to excuse my dishevelled appearance, but Bandits are getting bolder every day." Edit: I'm not exactly sure on the exact color of bergundy is, but i believe it's a dark brown, so if you get confused, just go with dark brown instead.