<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>Placing his hands behind his golden head, the young man reclined back, whistled and watched Daniel and Belinda converse with amusement.  Then he glanced over at Sophia and... decided not to say anything about the situation.  His expressions were very clear, though.  He found something humorous.  At any rate, he then sat on the bar, lay down upon it and patted his vest, searching for another cigarra.  He realized with apoplexy that he was out, but he soon calmed down.  Smiling, he draped his arms behind him, and cushioned the back of his head with his hands.<br/><br/>"Plan away, monkeys," Lebanon said.   "Send notice when we're about to do something.  By the way, while I am excited that we're doing this, because I just love doing things like this, I think we're all going to get killed.  Heh.  So I hope this planning involves putting your affairs in order."<br/><br/>With that, he closed his eyes, stretched his legs and got comfortable.