<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Darcoli</strong></span></span></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/DeadwoodCox.jpg)</div>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13649)<br/><hr/><br/>The halfling leaps back onto the table, landing gently enough to not disturb the several empty pots of wine scattered about the surface, nor the single full one, which he opens and raises to his lips. "I'll agree to be frightened of you if you like, Tari. But if it's all the same to you I'll continue to be just a skotch more frightened of the one who's got you so neatly boxed up here with the rest of us, complete with a nice little bow-slash-noose. And I'm not just saying that because this man over here has given rise to the possibility of us being scryed right now by the inestimable Mr. Finn, who, as long as we're on the topic, I've heard from a reliable source is an incredibly handsome gentleman with a cock the size of an ogre. An ogre's cock, that is. Not an entire ogre, which would be just ludicrous." He raises his pot of wine to the ceiling in a toast toward their invisible observers, whom he is now convinced are present.<br/><br/>"So how about a game then, lads and lasses? Just a little something to get to know each other better. This is one they call 'Two Truths and a Lie', which to be honest is a ratio I'm not entirely comfortable with, but there's no arguing with tradition. I'll tell you three things about myself, and one of them's a lie. You guess which, and everyone else toss their three in the bucket as well." He looks around the room to see if any of the fish are biting today.<br/><br/>"Here we are then:" He speaks in a sing-song voice.<br/><br/>"<em>Twenty years ago I was slopping pigs and sows,<br/>Ten years ago I took holy vows,<br/>And right now I'd trade my left foot to be back behind my plow.</em>"<br/><br/><br/>