<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/c62f/i/2017/260/f/2/felannar_commission_by_tamikaproud-dbm5te2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Oxenbridge Hewitt</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1383223)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Near the wagon, Ox stared at the undead in a bit of bewilderment.  Their reason for being here, as explained by Declan, did not do much to relieve the young elf of doubt or concern.  Why were the undead protecting them?  Who were they protecting them from?  These were questions that the young elf, intrepid and brusque as he was, did not dare to ask.  So he lowered his head solemnly, and followed the procession of the living into the interior of the manor.  But the innards of the home were as strange and foreign to him as the courtyard.  Here, even in life, the gloom of death was ever present.  But still, Ox was not afraid.  Just unsettled.  Perturbed.  But never afraid.<br/><br/>He stared at a portrait of a lady for a brief moment.  Her melancholy radiated from her and struck him, but he did not understand the meaning of it.  So he moved along.<br/><br/>When they entered what would be their bunks, it took him a moment to realize that this meant that he would have to sleep in the same room as the concubines.  Visibly flummoxed, he said,  "Wait..."  Before he could protest, he said nothing.  He hadn't yet figured out whether this would be a good thing or a bad thing.  Obviously, they were pleasant to look at.  As he was weighing the pros and cons of the situation, Mina disrobed and flitted around the room in her beauty and nudeness.<br/><br/>This was awesome, Ox concluded.<br/><br/>The elf sat on a bunk and started unlacing his leather boots.  He felt disgusting, lathered in a paste of sweat, blood, spit, and ash, and a bath did sound like it would suffice.  Without the kink in his back, he was able to quickly peel his tight leather pants from his monstrous thighs.  His member, now exposed, hung languidly like a rope from his pelvis.  The sculpted knots of heavy muscle on his abdomen and back began to churn like gearwork as he stretched.<br/><br/>"Who're the Keepers?" he asked Fen, somewhat distractedly as he took furtive glances at Mina.