<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/>Derek crawled from the tent his shaggy brown hair sticking up in all directions.<strong>"Goo <strong>*yawn*</strong> good morning."</strong>He greeted Alfie with a wide yawn and a slight wave. He started hopping up and down on one leg as he struggled to finish pulling on his right boot. How the disheveled young noble always managed to keep his white robes so clean was a mystery. Especially after a night in the field sleeping in a tent. It had to be some minor magic.<br/><br/><strong>"So who has breakfast duty?"</strong>He asked as he looked around at the campsite hopefully, and ran his fingers through his hair to tame his bed head.<br/><br/><br/>