<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>There was no immediate response, no stir of movement.  No, there was only a glow from the mysterious figure's cigarra, a glow that became deeper and brighter as he evidently inhaled deeply.  The glow permitted Cutter to see an armed crossbow laying on the man's lap, pointing in his general direction.  Beyond that lay a proportionate man who was seated, wearing an armor of studded leather.<br/><br/>"Name's unimportant.  All that's important is that I got an invitation same as you,<em>sewer boy,</em>" he said.