<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br/><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The calm and steady strum of an imaginary lute played in his mind, providing a stylish melody to accompany an equally stylish entrance. If he weren't aware of how ridiculous it would've looked, he may have given the slow motion walk-in a go. Instead, he'd rely on an unnaturally casual grace, the dark tinted glasses resting loosely on his nose, and the mahogany pipe set between his lips.<br/><br/>He exhaled, sending a puff of smoke up into the air, where it was caught in the gentle, lazy gust that surrounded his form and subsequently redirected into the faces of a few surrounding patrons. They hacked and coughed and called him a whoreson in response, but he didn't mind it in the slightest. He'd just keep on walking toward his goal: Huevar Lumberbun. No, that wasn't right, was it?<br/><br/>Eh. Didn't matter.<br/><br/>He counted a few people already surrounding his contact. Not counting the disgusting little creature at his feet or the busty bar wench he used as a chair, he saw: A handsome, muscle bound man with a fortuitous aversion to shirts; a very fetching young human woman; and lastly, a somehow equally cute and luscious little gnome. Fair prospects, all, and none of them looked to bright neither. Good.<br/><br/>He lifted his pipe from his lips and casually tossed it over his shoulder. Almost immediately after, a man's voice came from across the room, shouting "Aw hells!" as his pants were dirtied by a pipe and its contents that landed mysteriously in his lap. Before the poor bastard could suss out where it came from, Gustavo was already on his merry way.<br/><br/>He caught up to the group of would-be adventurers just in time to hear the gnome's hilarious name, and the remarkable introduction that followed suit. He liked her already.<br/><br/>"An exquisite meal, no doubt." He called with a playful smirk as he coolly removed his glasses. Gods, that was so much better! He could barely see with those damned things on. "Hello again, Huevar." He greeted, turning to the man in question, "I see you've sobered up and acquired a...rather 'cushioned' new seating arrangement. I am simply beside myself with envy." As his sentence tapered off, his eyes drifted up from the gnome to the beauty he rested upon. He flashed a serene and charming smile-- one he'd perfected over the years, in his personal (correct) opinion.<br/><br/>That done, he turned his attention to the remainder of the group, and gave a small tilt of his upper body. "Excuse my rudeness. I should introduce myself properly. I am Gustavo Ventus: sorcerer extraordinaire." He straightened from his curt little bow then, and moved to take a seat without bothering to wait for an invitation.