<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Harlo Glazer (Swashbuckler 9/Fighter 4)</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:   125/125      AC:   25<br/>TAB:      +26/21/+16   AC(Touch:   18<br/>Range:      +18/+13/+8   AC (flatfoot):   17<br/>Panache:   8/10      Fort: +8<br/>Resolve:   5/5      Reflex: +12<br/>Charmed Life:   4/4      Will: +8<br/>Initiative:   +9<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Curses</div><div class="spoiler_body">Increased Libido (X2), Size King, Enhanced Cum<br/></div></div></div></div>Active Effects:<br/></div><br/><br/><br/>Harlo shook his head and sighed, "Quite diplomatic of you to offer, but don't you think that the next of kin might want to identify their loved ones and consider their own religous practices for their dead before sneaking off with them?"  He rose from the last troll, "Although, I doubt that anyone would mind if you harvested the trolls for whatever odd practices that you want them for."<br/><br/>He was looking for... ah, there she was, "Ayala )or however it's spelled), Might I have a word?" He picked up his pace, jogging to catch up with her. "I wanted to check and make sure that you are doing alright after this... little swaray?" If I recall, I owe you a glass or two of good wine, if you're still interested, love?" He finished up with a charming smile and wink.