<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro Lancaster<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a flash of aggravation in Piro’s eyes when he was told that the imp possessed his necklace and would be disinclined to return it to him.  A quick jerking tilt of his head caused some of the joints in his neck to pop before doing a few more simple motions that were intended to loosen up his muscles and limber up his body.  It was clear he was now getting ready for a fight; the mission now became something more personal.  Even when the guard threw a warning his way before returning to the gate, Piro didn’t respond with another quip or show any sort of acknowledgment at all.  He wanted  his focus back and he had the game face on to match his determination.<br/><br/>When the chest came out, Piro first went for the fauchard that was in there before stepping back to allow the others to get what they needed.  In the meantime he spun the polearm and performed a few practice lunges and swings to test its balance and quality.  It was clear to him that whoever made the weapon was no stranger to its design and had produced a fine example of the weapon.  With that exercise finished, he thrust the butt of the weapon into the ashy sand making sure it was secure in place before returning to the chest to gather and don his armor.<br/><br/>It was quickly apparent that Aneesha wasn’t kidding when she said the armor wasn’t designed for humans.  Not that it was insufficient, but there were some obvious gaps where it should have been snug against his body.  It took a bit of doing, but Piro eventually got the breastplate secured in place and as well-fitted as he could manage before he retrieved his weapon of choice.<strong>”I’m good to go; it’ll be good to go for a walk and get some fresh air after being in those cells for so long.”</strong>He breathed in a deep breath through his nose.<strong>”Ah, nothing like the smell of brimstone in the morning.”</strong>