Name: Unknown<br/>Race: Forsaken, former human<br/>Class: Rogue, paladin in life<br/>Gender: are you still male if it fell off?<br/>Level: 76, with lots of tricks.<br/><br/>Perched atop the farm building, the rogue watched the field before him with smoldering golden eyes. Fleshless, talon like bone fingers curled against the shingles as he peered left, then right. He was on the center of the roof, body wrapped in a series of gray and black cloaks, a hood drawn low over his head, and scarf pulled high over his face... He watched, vigilant, steadfast. He was perched in broad daylight, yet none could see, not because he masked himself from their eyes, but clouded himself from their minds. They could see him, yes. What they could not do, was notice he was even there. Ghost light eyes kept a steady scan over the landscape.<br/><br/>Time... it was simply a matter of time...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>