<div class="floatleft">(http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/651/unremarkablechapsmall.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Urban Druid:</span></span></span><br/>-<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/>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8648); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 16<br/><hr/><br/>Never one to sleep longer than necessary, Samuel had been among the first to arrive at the designated safehouse.  The tension of the previous night had dissipated from his gait, as though the daylight had shred any last vestiges of paranoia from his bones.  His eyes, shifty as ever, seemed to have been following something as he'd made his way through the streets, but were sharply focused the moment he walked through the door.<br/><br/>He was bent crookedly over the table in the center of the room, pouring over the maps and schematics that had been set before him as dutifully as a student the hour before an examination.  Occasionally his eyes would get a far-away look, as if cross-referencing something from memory, and his knobby fingers would often trace or tap out possible routes for both infiltration and escape.<br/><strong><br/>[Knowledge: Local] 1d20+6= 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27348)</strong>