<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/218/a/e/Minotaur_and_girl_by_cellar_fcp.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Halfling Rogue</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Netheral "Needle" Swiftfoot</span></span><br/><em>In the mood to steal some Jewels!</em><br/>Character Bio (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9300);<br/>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfDU1Gc7QOQ)[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Needle followed up behind. Her blonde pig tails bobbing as she skipped over a puddle on the ground. Her blue eyes stared up at the castle, the palpitated building seemed to excrete feelings of foreboding horror. Standing at only 3 feet, she deftly slipped between the dark elf and Anilla. "Yeah...this place doesn't look like it will be our graves or anything..." the halfling added to the conversation.<br/><br/>Her nimble hands slipped to the hilts of her dual daggers, the cross bow flung over her back. Needle would follow up behind the groups leader. Being small in stature and not nearly being as well endowed in the chest area, the hafling managed to slip between the bars of the run down gate. For her, she was coming for the expensive magical items and precious jewels, not really caring for the groups 'actual' quest.<br/><br/>