<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/62/4a/11624a98f527831d42edfea67c5b2f7a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kargus Brightband (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1486756)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Oasis<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+5<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 17/17 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18 (T: 15, FF: 13) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 30 ft | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +8</div></div><hr/><br/>Kargus's grey eyes squinted against the sun as he silently went about seeing to his horse, a well-bred, dappled gelding he'd named Brand.  After divesting the amiable, muscular beast of saddle, bit and bridle, and rubbing it down with a spare blanket from one of his saddlebags, he set out a measure of feed and poured the horse some water from his canteen into a metal pot.  The animal seen to, he finally took the time to peer at the beached hulk that rusted under the cursed sun, lifting one hand to shade his eyes so as to try and get a better measure of the thing.<br/><br/>"I reckon some of us ought to go on over and see if there's anything worth having in the thing, don't you?"  His slow, thoughtful manner of speaking had a way of making even the most obvious or innocuous things sound important.  Cigarettes, life, travel and time had roughened what was once a boy's voice into a deep, gravelly baritone that could boom with all the thunder of a late season squall, or murmur with a deadly calm apt to send chills up the listener's spine.<br/><br/>Now, though, he seemed in good spirits, even a mite excited at the prospect of what may lie within the relic mouldering in the sand.  His eyes shifted from the ship to his companions, a spark of interest bordering on obsession shining in them; making it clear that if none went with him, he'd go alone, danger be damned.  His hard-hewn hands settled on the belt that housed his pistols and he flashed a brief, nearly boyish grin at them.  "What do you say...before the night's come on full and it's even harder to see?"<br/>