<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 mud and the ash of the worn landscape had caked heavily upon the soles of his bare feet, but Father Drescher did not seem to pay it any mind.  They were knobby and calloused enough that shoes seemed redundant, and the dry earth gave some much-needed color to his pale sallow skin.  His hulking frame clanked and jingled tunelessly as he went, dusty bottles and poultices hanging from ropes at his sides and rusty manacles dragging at his ankles and his wrists.  His clothes were simple and threadbare and bore the symbols of a priest's holy vestments, but none of those blasphemous shapes belonged to any religion known to mortal men.<br/><br/>Milky eyes stared strangely out of a hard face twisted pink and haggard by old flames, unfocused as one thoroughly inebriated.  He scarcely seemed to see the caravan as he approached it, though his eyes did stray to the occupants of the wagon train once he drew close enough.  The man drew a dark tongue over scabbed lips, then called out to those nearest him.<br/><br/><em>"Be that you travel the way to Havenguard, strangers?  Who among you speaks for all?"</em>