<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br/>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br/>To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163930.msg7627334#msg7627334)</div></div><br/><br/>"As long as he bites," escaped him, evoking a crooked half-smile on earlier unmoved features. It had slipped, but still, it was a step.<br/>Flicking his gaze from the man to where said man was looking, he made a few mental notes on both the directions given and the tone of voice used by Eduardo. The locker room. He had a key, it had been given to him with the instructions to use it when he saw fit. He was too curious to not go for such a tempting lure firstly.<br/>At the mentioning of a dungeon he raised a brow. That did sound interesting.<br/>"That sounds clear. I'll find my way, I'm certain," he replied, inclining his head slightly, then grinned "Oh, I think I will."<br/><br/>With that, Darryl was off, through the door indicated and seeking the locker room, fishing a key from inside his jacket.