-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samuel Cutter</span></span><br/><em>- Mapper of Sewers</em><br/>-<strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8648); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 16<br/><hr/><br/>Samuel smiles broadly at Belinda, possibly the least dour he's looked since entering the tavern.  "It's said that in the perfect con, efferyone gets exactly wot they want.  We get our 'eels in the door, let the bigwigs fink we're in it fer their best interest.  Tell them and their enemies wot they wanna 'ear, let 'em fink the worst ov one anoffer until they're at each other's throats.  While the top brass be aimin' ta throttle one another, we slip by all cravty-like 'n lighten their covvers.  Rob 'em blind, eh?"