| V'kleta walks into the bar, his cloak tight about him to conceal his Draconian features. His eyes flit around, assessing his surroundings, until they alight on the man in the corner. Vox.
He weaves through the bar, silently cutting a path amongst the bar's patrons. He arrives next to Vox and turns, leaning against the wall in a posture mirroring Eladrin's own.
"You sent for me?" |