<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/71/d0/8c/71d08c2ce8ad882af53dc5ac8ec8c5b6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Ferrick Olstein (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334326.msg15915610#msg15915610)<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>HP:</strong></span>24/24<span class="bbc_u"><strong>EP:</strong></span>60/60<span class="bbc_u"><strong>AC:</strong></span>9<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Passives:</strong></span>Empathy: 16, Insight: 18, Perception: 15<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Current Effects:</strong></span>None<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Actions:</strong></span>Knowledge Check for Mel Mistshine 1d20a+4 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154492)<br/><hr/><br/>Midday begins to peek through the window of Ferrick's apartment within the Freelancer's Association before the young man begins to rouse from sleep. Dressed in fine sleeping wear, he begins to tend and dress at his own pace, the longest of his morning ritual being the braiding on his hair. Once pristinely dressed, Ferrick's task of the day would be to check his usually empty mailbox. Being a more recent initiate of the Freelancer's, an empty mailbox was nothing new, today being an exception. Sitting within the small wooden was an unaddressed letter bearing his name. A flick of his small dagger and he began to read the brief letter. "Hmm . . a personal invitation with dinner. Perhaps my talent is being recognized." Tucking the letter within his robe, he began to question those of the association about this "Mel Mistshine" before going to meet said individual for dinner.