Limolas
Limolas
His long blonde hair flowing down his back, the elf glided into the room. Despite the inn being lost in the wilderness of Ered Luin's foothills, his well-tailored clothes are immaculately turned out. He smiles broadly to the room as he drops his fishing gear into a pot by the door. "Greetings, barkeep a bottle of fine wine and if your cook could prepare these fine fish, I would be most grateful." he drawls mellifluously. Passing a basket to the barkeep he drops into a chair by the fire. Elegantly, tooled boots deftly pull a stool close and he props his feet to warm by the fire.
"Of course sir, that will be 3 bronze pieces but as you brought the fish I will take a quarter of the price off. So I will add 5 bronze to your bill", the Innkeeper replies.
"Why you are most kind!", replies Limolas, grinning inanely.
The innkeeper retires with the basket to the kitchen muttering "Idiot!" under his breath.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Driven by a desire to be fashionable and well dressed. Loves fishing.
Relationships
History
The two adventurers met in the mountains of Ered Luin. It became apparent to Pick that this was not the usual arrogant preening elf but a stupid arrogant preening elf. This could be a great advantage in the world of adventuring. Limolas willing went along with Pick's suggestions and plans because he had no better option and in the end there was always money for new clothes.
Species
Ethnicity
Life
1000 TA
1643 TA
643 years old
Circumstances of Death
Killed by a Skeleton below the ruins of Elvellon Manor
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Long sleek and blonde
Height
6'8"
Weight
190lb
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