<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/a5cb95fad14a498b4e83d64fbdbaadf5/tumblr_nhf421QhTh1ra7k9xo1_250.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Flynn Kettleblack</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1076300)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>One thick brow cocked upward when Larsen indicated that wine was the right idea.  Of course, Flynn thought wine was<em>always</em>the right idea, except when one was more in the mood for mead or the truly hard stuff.  Then a smart drinker knew better than to add wine to the mix, at least if they wanted to keep their dignity and lunch.  He drained the glass as he listened to Larsen, pleased at the idea of work that involved a bit more than repairing and crafting weapons that any half-wit goblin could wield with a modicum of prowess.  The name brought a quiet growl from the halfling's chest.  "Do we get to do the honors of ending his miserable life?"<br/><br/>When Magnus arrived, Flynn returned the nod of greeting, glancing woefully into his empty cup and then murmuring to the fellow craftsman.  "Glad to see you made it.  Larsen claims that we have work...apparently quite profitable work.  I'm personally hoping it involves gunplay."