<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lyona/images/3/3f/Emmerick-0.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160919030941)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Crispin Oldfield</span></span><br/>Elven Wizard, 27 HP, AC 15, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1677221).<br/><em>A scholar and a gentleman.</em><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vasodel, Iolanna<br/><br/>Mr. Oldfield indulged Dathnor and Demidicus with his attention for approximately a sentence each before he attempted to extricate himself from their company.  He bowed his head politely at Iolanna before departing.  He wanted to stand approximately twenty or so feet away.  But before he could leave, he felt a soft nudge on his owl-less shoulder.<br/><br/>He turned gravely to face Ms. Gelt.  Barnaby's head turned the other way, and once his eyes settled on the lady, his head tilted ninety degrees with what could only be described as curiosity.  This was the first time that the lady had deigned to touch Mr. Oldfield, and the elf was surprised to discover that he actually enjoyed the sensation of her hand upon his body.  Nevertheless, he did not know the lady very well, which was why he thought her an exemplary traveling companion.<br/><br/>"Ah, Ms. Gelt," he said, once again removing his cap and bowing for her.  But she wasn't actually greeting him.  She was querying him about something of substance.  "Who do you speak of?"  Mr. Oldfield asked.  Then, realizing the subject of her question, the wizard turned to look at the rest of their company and shrugged.   "I do not think much of them at all, except for that woman.  Forgive me for saying so but she is quite comely."