<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Sx8p1qwx/images-95.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Davriel Nox<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Eldritch Knight</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>31<br/><strong>AC:</strong>12<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>4<br/><hr/><br/>Davriel's eyes narrowed as he sized up the new fellow. He didn't acquit himself well. Quite the opposite. Really, the only thing giving Davriel pause, was the outside possibility that the "Intelligencer" was only pretending to be an idiot, rather than the genuine article. The half vampire smiled pleasantly, despite the rising temptation to simply tear the moron's throat out. He couldn't stand people like Mouser. Introductions were just basic courtesy. As was at least a pretence of civility.<br/><strong><br/><strong>"I see. I believe the term you're looking for is Information Broker. But, since by your own admission, you're not a friend, perhaps you should find yourself another table? I myself have many rules, and one of them involves maintaining a certain degree of distance from people like yourself."</strong></strong><br/><br/>Davriel was remarkably nice about his snubbing, considering. Mouser didn't rate highly enough for Davriel to consider him a threat, thus he was treated with with disdain, and even pity instead. Which was only redoubled in the fact he seemed to be interested in the bog wench.<br/><br/><strong>"Shara, Please<em> entertain</em> the young man for a while... Somewhere else."</strong><br/><br/>Really, it was hard to keep a straight face.