North Sea Dungeon

[Theriot]

Theriot stood near the town's bulletin board, leaning against a wall in a relaxed position and watching the people of the island walk around the town square for their morning activities. He had been waiting for a short while (only a couple minutes if he had to guess) for a familiar face to appear among the groups of busy people, it had given him time to think about things.

It was fairly obvious from their first real meeting and introduction that the gnome he was meeting up with now was the same person who had been yelling about fairy injustice a couple weeks ago, only a couple days after his arrival here, the voice and poise and lack of knowledge about "cum herbs" and fairies somehow perfectly fitting their look. Growing up in a gnome centric region, he had met a great variety of individuals of the race, getting to know the customs and stereotypes quite well, this person was... different, if anything.

He was certainly intrigued then and more so now, not only that, but he felt the interest was mutual in some way, since they had also easily recognized his voice when he inquired about the existence of cheese on the island.

He had started pulling absent-mindedly on a stray lock of hair near his ear when he spotted them.