the Patrons of the Qu'ellar were going about there usual buisness, the off duty gaurds were swapping stories, the odd mage doing magic tricks for the odd gold piece, the bartender cleaning out tankards of pewter and silver with equal disregard,stable hands bosting of there adventures and drinking with each other and stable masters talking buisness not far from there workers but along with all these common sites was a new one, one that no one around recogised for sat at the table was the strangest man, a man with seemingly no words to say or at least nothing he needed to say, dressed in a long rougth cloth coat that looked a cross between a robe and a weather coat, that also concield everything benith it from view, playing with a mass of figurines on a black and white checkerd bord but amazingly playing what looked like a game for two by himself as opposite him were an exact set of matching modles he was completly overlooking the set he played with was carved from a abysal black material and the ones opposite were carved from somthing as white and as light looking as a cloud.
He answerd no questions asked of him, not even inquires into his name and thus the people of the inn assumed he had none

The man indeed did have a name, he was called Accitus Desrook and he saw no reason to take heed of the odd drunkerd that approched him and even less need to answer their questions like“whurts that game he weer playin” or “whut is name wuz” Sonny” simply looking up at them and pretending to be mute, deaf or simply stupid till they lost intrest and waddled off to bother others, he didn’t see what he was doing as being rude, rather taking his time to answer and not bothering to stop them from leaving, surely that wasn’t rude, and that is how he convinced himself ever since he had lost intresst in the people of his own home and had wanderd with the mist till he had found himself im lomedor amongst people of slightly less disintrest to him where humanity wasn’t the only thing for miles around with, but mostly without, a brain or purpose, there were elves and drows and lupines and many other arcane and natural creatures here in lomdore, they brought more knowledge, more secreats, but most importantly, more purpose

He played his game, a game he doubted anyone would understand unless they desired too, which from the ale driven ramblings he doubted heavily, so there he stayed playing with the pieces, waiting and watching for signs of inteligence and intrest to come into the qu’ellar though he realised that being in a inn early in the evening on a day of rest, was prehapse not the best choice he could have made, but then again finding a person of intelect here would be more intresting than waiting around a library for a scholar to talk with, besides the libraians wouldn’t alow him to play his game in there library so he was left with little choice and a much more attractive idea and here he was carrying it out to the finest detail despite having sat there for several hours and having his brain bludgeoned by the meaningless conversations.