Almiron approached Keldarra Warren.  He had been walking awhile and
his knee was beginning to seize up.  His limp was getting worse.
   He stopped a man walking past carrying a mining pick.  "Excuse me,
sir, where may I find lady in charge?"
   "Mana," the miner called to a girl, "take this man to the DragonLady's 
office."
   The girl led him into the warren and through several halls and paused 
outside a door, nodding toward it to indicate that it was his destination.  
Almiron knocked on the door and opened it at the invitation from Christalla. 
 He turned and said a quick thank you to his guide.
   Evelle and Christalla looked through the door to see him standing in 
profile.  The two looked him over, starting at his boots.  He wore low, 
fancy, soft, black leather boots and black leather pants which clung closely 
to his form, over which was draped a long gold linen tunic and a long red 
leather vest with intricate patterns tooled into it.  Cinching the vest and 
tunic at the waist was a black leather belt with gold dragons spouting red 
flames tooled and dyed into it.  Hanging from it was a long, curved sword.  
On the other side, they could see the tip of a shorter curved sword.
   They followed his lithe, wiry, 5'7" form to the face.  He looked perhaps 
18 or 19.  His skin was golden brown, with deep-set almond-shaped eyes of 
such a dark brown to almost be black.  His lip was topped with a thin, long, 
droopy mustache.  He was quite handsome.  Then he turned full face to them 
and the two paused in shock.  The right side of his face was ruined by a 
horrible scar that started at the cheek and ran to the temple into his 
jet-black hair.  Where the scar met his hair, the hair grew white.
   Almiron reached up and pulled the end of his ponytail out from under the 
shoulder strap of his pack, where it had drifted during his hike.
   "Dragonlady, I need to discuss permission of selling my ware.  I am 
leatherworker.  I apologise for interrupting.  I can come back..." his words 
drifted off as he surveyed the two women.
   "No, no, come in," invited Christalla.  "I am Christalla the DragonLady 
and this is Evelle, the Senior Queenrider of Keldarra."
   "I am Almiron," he said, stepping into the office and sliding his pack 
off.  He glanced briefly at the two and then reached into his pack, drawing 
out a richly tooled orange and gold belt with a copper buckle and an equally 
detailed sky-blue belt matching Christalla's eyes.  "This is what I make.  I 
would like to sell this here.  May I have your permission, DragonLady?"


NRPG: Hello, all.  In case you hadn't picked it up, Almiron's got an accent 
and doesn't appear to speak the common tongue natively-- no plurals or 
articles (for those worried about writing his dialog properly.

Respectfully submitted,
Lynette Cowper
Almiron

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