Re: The Streets of Lotan
Senuviel smiles while feeling his memories of the streets of Lotan refreshing in his mind. He looks at Khorden, a look that says he remembers something good. Actually, my dear dwarvish friend, there's the Golden Trumpet Inn. It's just around the corner. Come, my friend! Says the warrior/mage, tapping the warrior on his back. It's time for you to enjoy a bit the hospitality of fellow elves. Saying this, the elf just darts forward, almost running and urging the strong warrior to follow him.