<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>Ratcliff perched upon his stool, feet dangling, though his right heel braced on the high rung under the stool. Within his large hands, a series of wooden blocks tumbled apart or back into a solid square in a few complex steps. To the careful observer, a small ring of gold disappeared into the center of the wooden cube completely inaccessible when the block was complete. He nodded his acceptance from their host, it looked like today would be different than the last few weeks. After a few rotations while he awaits another to take the first introduction, he decides to offer his. Bracing his heel, he raises his head, the stub of a 'fatboy cigar, unlit, dangles from the corner of his mouth. "Call me Rat, I am a sapper, with the First Front of the Halls, Hammer Division, from the Halls of Steel Hammer Falls. I run security, so if I tells ya to stay out of something, or somewhere, well, listen."<br/><br/>He stashed the cube within his many pockets,  before he pulled a series of springs and steel bent pins, several nails, and a thin and long plate with holes and barbs on the edges from various pockets. Quickly he began playing with the parts, they began to take a sinister shape that would resemble a miniature leg trap, one designed to break the bones rather than bind and pin it, this one only large enough to capture a finger rather than a whole leg. Once he had set the contraption, Rat then drew forth a four inch stick from yet another pocket. Poised above the trap, the thumb thick stick prepared to descend into the trap. Angling the stick to enter in, not perfectly, he watched how the trap handled something not entering perfectly. The stick bounced into the side wall, but it still fell between the rolling breaker bars triggering the base lever. Then everything twitched, and the stick cracked the trapped section of the twig splintered into kindling. A satisfied smile rises maliciously across the dwarf's face.