<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 Twihard</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>???<br/><strong>AC:</strong>???<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>???<br/><hr/><br/>If anyone else had addressed Davriel as "young", they'd have been met with a smirk, and a look of disdain. In the wizard's particular case though, it was probably vaguely accurate, so Davriel let it slide. Instead, he pulled up a seat opposite the mysterious legend, and made himself comfortable. The orc muscle he'd hired, Khaldrash, was already present, and making himself right at home, but the others were nowhere to be seen. Not that it mattered a great deal. He shot the orc a dagger filled glare to shut up... of all the people in tidal pool, Oxenbridge was the only one that Davriel felt the need to tread carefully around. Not that the orc was likely to take a hint.<br/><br/><strong>"Can't say I've heard of it."</strong>He replied more or less truthfully. Well, perhaps he might have had an inkling... but better to let the wizard explain than waste both their time by being wrong. Davriel had no patience for that kind of crap.<strong>"Though I expect I'm going to find out..."</strong><br/><br/>