<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GV9Q88K.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zael Ras'kar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491258)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Fogwall Court<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>17<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spell slots</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 1 - 4/4</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Zael's golden eyes briefly gleamed a bit brighter as Hugh suddenly cut in front of him. However he was quickly calmed when the man referred to him as his "associate". The tiefling was pretty quick on the uptake when it came to such things. It was a wordless truce, a feigned partnership that would both make them look more credible to this stout employer and assure they both got paid, "That...is exactly what I meant" he said, pointing a claw tipped finger back to his "associate".<br/><br/>Allowing the rougish man to seal the deal with the dwarf, Zael's gaze instead turned up at the<em>other</em>roguish looking human, Silar Something, "Zael" the effeminate tiefling returned the introduction plainly, looking the man up and down, clearly trying to get a read on him. However when he mentioned "benefits" and "company", a knowing smirk found it's way to his lavender lips, and Silar would see his stance subtly shift to something more...inviting? "Well if it's<em>company</em>you're after, then it's 2 sil-er...<em>gold</em>per half hour..." he cooed, catching himself and adjusting his offer on the fly. It seemed that people threw around more coin here than in Riddleport, so he figured he should up his own prices accordingly.<br/><br/><strong>{Usind diplomacy to sell his services to Silar: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154748)}</strong>