<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9fcAVHJ.png)</div>Maud (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125766)<br/><br/>When told to he would be point, Maud glowered behind Mera’s back.   “Yeah, yeah, as always.  But at least I get to have dibs on the first thing I see as killable.”  He then looked down at Taria.  “Looks like you’re stuck with me, little kitty.  But try not to get in my way like the last time; otherwise I might mistake you for a in-indi-indi-genius rodent that needs stomping. Yeah!  That’s right!” The bugbear chuckled, roughly nudging the tawny catfolk by her side, referring to an incident from an earlier venture where Taria scouted ahead of the team on a bug infested space station.  Everyone was on edge, and Maud was no exception.  While coursing through one of the dark, deserted corridors of the station something burst out from one of the ventilation shafts and nearly pounced on the bugbear, prompting him into a killing action, more due the suddenness than abject fear (which he would never admit that time really) but stopped short in chopping in two his quarry upon finding it out it was only Taria, who came to rejoin with the group and report her findings.  Maud swears, one of these days her cockiness and escapades will get her killed, like that old saying goes…<br/><br/>Maud dubiously took Phalaenopsys’ offering.  “Float?  How does these things work?” the bugbear asked, eyeing the stone carefully between his fingers.  In a ship where racial diversity it the norm, Phalaenopsys takes the cake.  Maud sees him as the odd guy out; the manner he carries himself strikes the bugbear as rather queer to say the least.  But the ghoran seems sociable enough especially during meals, and his magic has proven somewhat  moderately useful to the group, although Maud still has his doubts on that aspect  as he tried fiddling with magic stone given to him.<br/>