<div class="floatleft">(https://i-ogp.pximg.net/c/540x540_70/img-master/img/2010/04/18/22/53/07/10111092_p0_square1200.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Derek Highkeep (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2467327)</span></strong></span><br/>Human (M) Cleric/Sorcerer<br/>AC: 16 HP: 8<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"You're welcome. I suppose,"</strong>Derek sighed after Stella mussed his hair. He nodded to Darrin, and started to quickly run his fingers back through his hair again to tame the unruly mess that Stella's antics had made of it.<br/><br/><strong>"N-no. I-I mean yes. Yes, they were pretty. B-but it was not like that. They were like sisters..."</strong>His defensive stammer trailed off as he started turning crimson once more at Rowena's teasing. His eyes lit up as the others changed the conversation back to the Citadel, and Rowena seemed to lose interest in still needling him.<br/><br/><strong>"If you think it looks alright Alfie, I will defer to your judgment."</strong>He said as he pushed around the last few sausages in the skillet with his stick.<strong>"But if we are going to use it, I think my copy of a Northern Ranger Survival Manuel &amp; Pocket Field Guide might have something on making a climbing harness in it."</strong>He tugged open his pack, and began rummaging through it with his free hand.<br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: Nadda