<div class="floatleft">(https://s33.postimg.cc/lttte4d0v/d63e776c4c52b2a4f4b8372bbd5d39ca.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Salvador</strong></span><br/><em>Up to no good</em><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669670) HP: 33 AC: 13.<br/><br/>Salvador nursed his drink impatiently. "Lucrative"  the message had said. Seemed like a passable reason to leave the drinking for later. he swilled the amber liquid in the barely passable glass. He wasn't entirely sure what it was. Some sort of local hooch perhaps. Didn't matter. He glanced around, itching to get on with it. Waiting on other people irked him. It ought to be the other way around.<br/><br/>He was dressed sensibly for the bar, sitting at the bench in plain, practical clothing, unarmed, except for a concealed backup. His ordinary choice of dress didn't do much to stop him standing out though. Jet black hair, curiously grey skin, and glowing yellow eyes saw to that. He'd already caught more than a few stares. A blushing barmaid even, eyes cast away as he made her. Sport for later, perhaps...<br/><br/>Where were the sodding others anyway? He glanced about, intent on spying them out. Any company would be better than no company.