<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 12); AC 19<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/>Dirk watched the exotic wild elven beauty before him, rather quite dazzled by show of her sensuality but she's not first pretty lady which he had talked to. So he kept his cool, give her small smile while admiring the offered view to her cleavage, body overall and her face and nice set of eyes while he replied; "Not sure where exactly we are in Rosewood but this road what I heard guards talk about should lead to city of Corret, where I had suppose hanging schelude so I can hope they did not get too detailed description of me or I need just sneak in to the city. Of course we can go city where I was captured but if the city was ready to rat me out already they can rat me and you bunch without trouble." Dirk eyes the ranger and his bow questioningly and waiting does he lower guard or not, either way his fingers continued play with his expertly crafted magical mithril dagger.