<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bear</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1006987<br/>HP: 13/13 Init: +1<br/>AC: 20 Touch: 10 Flat: 20<br/>Fort: +6 Ref: +0 Will: +4<br/>Perception: +3</div></div><hr/><strong>"It's no obligation, Lady Thackeray. Still, I do feel better about your idea of staying a bit out of reach."</strong>Bear seemed to have an eye for 'noble types', and treated those of Cyre with an almost-reverence part of the time. After all, he had been originally created to serve and protect the nobility. Even after Cyre had fallen and he'd chosen his own path, he still treated his 'superiors' with some level of respect that was unusual.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't suppose you have enough hay, or something similar, to simply . . cover me up to the side of the door. It might become important to ensure that there is no option for retreat for these men, so having me in that position could help cut them off."</strong>This he posed towards Svetlana, head tilted ever so slightly to one side as he fixed the woman in his flickering eye.