<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span><br/>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br/><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br/>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The scarred priest smiled, but it was a hollow expression better suited for the waxen face of a child's doll than a man.  It became immediately apparent that he wasn't so much looking at those around him as much as<em>through</em>them, though towards what was impossible to guess.<br/><br/><em>"Ahh.  Duly noted,"</em>he said to the old man, voice cracking like firewood.<em>"Perhaps it will be that I see your arrival, or you mine.  Perhaps it will not be."</em><br/><br/>And that was all he had to say.  Father Drescher stalked down the road, passing the caravan without so much as a glance or a gesture, gnarled feet ploughing through the ash and the dust as he went.  His pace along the road was swift and certain, for he knew full well the path he must take.<br/><br/><strong>[Knowledge: Geography] 1d20+16= 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27606)</strong>