<div class="floatleft">(https://i-ogp.pximg.net/c/540x540_70/img-master/img/2010/04/18/22/53/07/10111092_p0_square1200.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Derek Highkeep (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2467327)</span></strong></span><br/>Human (M) Cleric/Sorcerer<br/>AC: 16 HP: 8<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"D-did we get them?"</strong>Derrek asked mid swing of his staff. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes as he had flailed at the rats.<strong>"Oh! Good,"</strong>he exhaled and brushed his bangs back. He stepped closer to Stella at the top of the stairs and peered down into the darkness.<strong>"Was that all of them?"</strong>He asked with a grin as he relaxed.<strong>"Well that was easy,"</strong>he held his staff like a spear and pointed it downward.<strong>"Shall we head down then?"</strong><br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: Nothing.