<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/AndroidWiz4.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Yeun Lush</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1651589)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N Android Wizard</span><br/>Location: Standing<br/>Tagged: Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Yeun had spent the first few weeks after his arrival in Osirian exploring the bookshops, libraries, curio shops and many temples where vast stores of knowledge waited.  He'd been thrown out of more than a few of these establishments, especially when certain shop owners discovered the fact that he had little coin to barter with and no respect for the concept of 'You break it, you bought it.'  Of course, he<em>tried</em>to tell them that he hadn't actually broken anything, simply taken some things apart to see what secrets they held, and he'd be more than happy to put them back together.  They weren't terribly inclined to listen.  In particular once he started explaining how they had been clearly swindled as many of their 'ancient Osirian artifacts' were fake.<br/><br/>As usual, his difficulty with mortals drove him from one neighborhood to the next, but he wasn't particularly upset about it.  The real mysteries he longed to uncover lay in the ruins that were tantalizingly close at hand, but frustratingly denied him by a bunch of superstitious fanatics who somehow believed that they were respecting the dead by denying the living potentially invaluable knowledge.  Needless to say, he wasn't any great supporter of the followers of Pharasma.<br/><br/>He longed to join an expedition into the ruins, if only so that he could finally explore what was being denied to him, but he had two big problems.  For one, he was well aware that there was little chance he could actually talk his way into a group with his limited and abysmal people skills.  For another, he had nowhere near enough gold to even pay his share of the so-called tithe being demanded by the Pharasmins.  He wracked his considerable mind for any possible means of sneaking into the ruins alone, but knew that doing so would be foolish.  Knowledge was of little worth if you ended up with your head crushed beneath the foot of a Sphinx or some undead archer's arrow through your heart.<br/><br/>So it was that he was lifted from a fit of petulant despondence by overhearing a few other patrons discussing Canica Russala and her desire to sponsor a team of explorers.  Perhaps she would prove so desperate that his knack for making enemies would not immediately disqualify him...especially if he tried<em>very</em>hard to act like people did.  He was willing to pull forth as much charm as he could muster if it meant getting to see first-hand the wonders of that ancient civilization.  He would even smile, if he had to.<br/><br/>So...there he came through the door, the last to arrive and a wide smile on his face.  He looked around at the others, smile growing even wider and revealing more perfectly white, straight teeth in that oddly feminine mouth.  He stood against a wall and waited, deciding that speaking as little as possible might be best.  He always seemed to say just the wrong thing, though he could never pre-judge what was likely to set someone off.<br/><br/>