<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/>As everyone got their bearings in the darkness Derek watched Tevi light her lamp.<strong>"When are the little cretins not hostile, hmm?"</strong>He asked as he blew a stray bang from in front his eyes. He shifted the weight of his pack as he gingerly crept closer to the crude stairs. Careful to avoid stepping on anything that looked like it was once alive.<strong>"Ugh! What are all these bones from do you wonder? A goblin version of a picnic?"</strong>The young man's knuckles were white as he held his staff to his chest, and made sure to stay well within the circle of light that the two lanterns cast.<br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: Nothing.<br/>