Nirvianae enters the tavern, hood raised. While entering, an Angori painting catches his eye. He walks over and quickly examines the paintings. After the short glance, he turns around and walks over to a table on the far right, about half way though the tavern. With his back against the wall, he sits; His eyes fixed on the entrance way.
"Day one..." he mummers to himself. "I wonder how long this will take. I don't remember seeing a Sorcerer here. Still, I haven't been here long."
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It's has been about an hour after midday. Having other things to do, Nirvianae stands from his table. Just as he does so, he notices someone stumble into the tavern. They shout while holding a peice of paper in the air. Noticeing that it is his, he puts his hands in his sleeves, and walks towards Folnir.
"I am the one," he says. "Though, you have caught me at the end of the hour. I have other things that I must attend to. But if you would be so inclined to give me your name and some method of finding or contacting you, maybe I could use your assistance when I am not as busy."
Folnir nods and scribbles something on the back of the paper.
"My name is Folnir of clan Hoar-Frost, should you need it I can provide insight into harnessing the power of Ice and snow so long as you swear never to harm a dwarf with your power." Folnir said extending a hand.
Folnir stumbles into the tavern with a slip of paper in in hands and shouts
"Who needed my expertise?"