<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/>Drescher's feet halted in their advanced.  He cocked his ear to the sky as if to listen to the breeze, then craned his head until the pale eye on the unmarked side of his face had focused on the old man's face;<em>truly</em>focused, as though with a mere look he was finally choosing to acknowledge the others' existence.<br/><br/><em>"It will be that I require no nourishment or spirits from your band.  It will also be that I will accept these crystals as my payment.  Nothing more.  Nothing less."</em><br/><br/>The priest shambled back a ways until he was within arm's distance of the caravan leader.  A smile crawled up his face, twisted by old wounds but otherwise friendly.  A small comfort.<em>"In return I will grant protection against those that would halt your future, in whatever guise I choose,"</em>he said, without further explanation.<em>"In this, we have consensus.  If you come to harm, it will not be by my will.  Do we have an accord?"</em>and his great hand lifted itself towards the old man, the promise of an iron-clad pact written in the weathered lines of his palm.