<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 raises an eyebrow as the heavily armoured man approached. Seriously, who wears armour to the pub? What a clown.<br/><br/>"Full plate? You<em>do</em>realise this is a bar... right?" He asked incredulously, before swearing under his breath, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">...Frigging battle junkie.</span>"<br/><br/>Whatever. Valter wanted to play dress up, that was his business. Hopefully the others had more sense. Even as Val spoke, another of their crew wandered up. Salvador had already spied him outside earlier, but the boy'd been elbow deep in his journal, and he'd seen no reason to disturb him. As he approached, Salvador flipped him a gold coin. More than one pair of greedy eyes tracked it through the air. Not like they were fooling anyone with Mr Full Plate lounging around. He was wearing more money than most of the patrons probably made in five years.<br/><br/>"I'll have a refill while you're at it. I'm gonna need it"<br/><br/>