<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://diablo3x.com/wp-content/gallery/wizard/ss72-hires.jpg)</td><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">FARIN DARTMOOR</span></span><br/>Human Sorcerer</div><hr/><strong>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50322.msg2353437#msg2353437); HP:</strong> 6; <strong>Mood:</strong> Confused;<br/><br/>Uh.  Farin took on an air of perplexity, really, as the ranger checked what was beneath the sole of his boot.  Then the dwarf came out and Farin could not help but correlate the ranger and the dwarf as being the tall/skinny and short/fat comedy combo.  If his mood had not been sobered yet, herein came the fighter, talking a mile a minute, making little sense whatsoever.  It was as if the teeming train of his sexuality came to a sudden halt, and Farin could only sigh.<br/><br/>But then, he realized that the fighter began to utter inanities to him.<br/><br/> "Uh..?" is all he could utter.<br/><br/>Somewhat annoyed now at the development, Farin unfolded the scrap of paper from his pocket, gave it a glance, and then left the group, in search of that individual that would give him more information as to the need of an adventuring party.<br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>