<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<strong> Touch</strong>: 12<strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<strong>Fort</strong>+4<strong>Ref</strong>+2<strong>Will</strong>+5<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"The townsfolk did seem to be rather concerned about the whereabouts of the Wizard who lives here."  Flint said, kneeling down at the edge fo the trap door.  He ran a hand across his chin, feeling the long rough bristles that had grown there, and decided that he probably should shave at some point.  "You have a good point, Istavan, though I don't know how safe it would be, but I will go first."<br/><br/>He turned to look at Rhea.  "Do you hear anything?  DO you think that it is safe to open up the trapdoor?"