<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Mouser clapped his hands, glad to quit the company of Davriel Nox and his gaggle of weird friends.  Thankfully, he was zero for two now.  He had quit the company of Princess Aishah much the same way as he had Davriel Nox.  Before he rose, he got a good look at Milena, Stryker and finally at Davriel Nox, and said, with an impish grin:<br/><br/>"How grand!" he said.   "You're also a<em>rules</em>guy.  We have<em>so</em>much in common."  He laughed with a snort.<br/><br/>Before Stryker could hit him (and he had already been traumatized with big guys threatening to hit him all morning by now), Mouser meandered over to another table.<br/><br/>"Barkeep!  A round at this table, yeah?  And put it on that pale guy's tab."<br/><br/>Fucking finally, a drink.