<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr/><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br/>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr/><br/>Draque looked over Fern as she lived and breathed, and could not help but be possessed with immensely disturbing ideas.  He <em>liked</em> Fern in the sense that she was useful and aesthetically pleasing, but he loathed being in her company.  It was a good thing that he was sharing a tent with Miaren!  Fern might talk his ear off.<br/><br/>He stepped outside, took one look at the falling rain and then immediately returned into the tavern.<br/><br/> "You know, I'm very certain that somewhere in the Adventurer's Manual, it says that adventuring in the rain is a bad idea."</td></tr></tbody></table>