<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/03273c0691b49074f7b04bf8024c9424.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Name</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>22<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Passive Senses:</strong><br/><strong>Status:</strong>Uninjured<br/>Character Sheet (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14l7HlbInb7xr3WvDRgRmWZMEepe1pwznkxkyIfkkpQ4/edit)<br/><hr/>Text<br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>Tall and handsome with a somewhat V-shaped torso and sensual lips, Jord pulled the chair out for Anafa before she sat.  He didn't coddle the halfing girl as someone might a delicate lady—indeed, Jord usually delicate ladies them with carefully calculated coarseness—but he found the trappings of upper crust courtesy could do a long way to make a girl feel feminine your presence.<br/><br/>He gave a soft snicker at the halfling girl's suggestion and replied, “I don't think either patch or I make for a very good 'mom', Anafa.  And—even if you could get me into a dress—I cant see Patch's ugly mug fathering a pretty girl like you.”<br/><br/>HE took the box and prodded at it for a moment.  Jord wasn't immune to the mystery of the box—he could almost fancy it was making him tingle.  What really had his blood up, though, was the thought of a bloody throw down with a Kraken sewer patrol.  For that matter, just sneaking past them could make for some excitement.<br/><br/>He glanced at the half orc, “We've got to get you out of your lab more and up onto the rooftops, Patch.”<br/><br/>The wolfhound Corsair gave a sneeze, and Jord chuckled.  “But a time like this isn't a good time to learn, and I'd like to take Corsair with us.  Let's go by the sewers.  Patch, I still have a bundle of those sun rods you made me last month.”<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *<br/></div><br/>For a run in the sewer, Jord traded out his nicer clothes for last year's beat up outfit.  He made sure the boots were good, then tucked his daggers into their sheathes.  He didn't expect the close quarter and dim light to lend itself to his crossbow, but Jord did tie back his hair with a long leather band that happened to be a sling.  An adventurer's sash over one chest—full of alchemical goodness, ammunition, and basic tools including a coil of rope mostly, criss crossing with his whip completed the ensemble.  His staff—with it's heavy hidden blade—kept him ready for action.