<div class="floatleft">(http://therattsnest.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Conrad-Delaney.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Dark Fox</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Dirk</span></span><br/><em>Rogue of Shadow Knives</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=293165); 28 HP (Current 28); AC 14 (with his stuff; 19)<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/>Dirk, the so called 'Dark Fox' was trying chatter with his guards. Learn about them, their employer, their boss, or anything to grasp on to! He was the clever tongued devil who had managed talk his way out of trouble more than one occasion! But these guards were deaf, probably paid or they really were.<br/><br/><em>Well, someone this time had arranged some proper stubborn guards at least.</em><br/><br/>But where his quick tongue fails, his quick fingers succeeds. As is evident when he palms utensils they used for his breakfeast. While giving out plate with utensils he slipped a simple metal fork with thin handle into his palm. Leave spoon and knife on the plate. He quietly waits opportunity to start tinker with the lock of his mobile jailhouse. Just needs them to make camp and start their shifts once again. However his keen eyes sees from their behavior that they are on edge about something in each night.<br/><br/><em>Well, let's hope they decide relax at least little so they are not so alert when I start tinker with that lock....</em><br/><br/>One his signature cocky smiles spread to his lips, giving it towards the guards and asks; "Hi, I am wondering why your nervous each night? Not that I feel scared in my nice<em>safe</em>and<em>secure</em>carriage here but I would like know is there chance something is going attack us and leave me long hungry and starving maybe?"