<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/459948451589783553/772688577023705088/iorveth.jpg)</div><strong>Mirk</strong>(http://)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>51/51<strong>AC:</strong>22<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +5 Ref +12 Will +8<br/><strong>Resistances/Immunities:</strong>+2 to disbelieve illusion; +2 vs enchantment<strong>Senses:</strong>darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15<br/><strong>Extracts Remainig:</strong><em>1st</em>: 5/5<em>2nd</em>: 4/4<br/><hr/><br/>It didn't surprise Mirk that their employer withheld the information – if no one withheld information, well, he wouldn't have much of a job, would he? The question he raised was like an itch Mirk couldn't quite reach... but that wasn't entirely a bad thing – it would keep him from forgetting about it. Hopefully it wasn't anything key – at least, their employer didn't seem to think it would be key, but whatever it was, Mirk had a feeling it meant there would be a nasty surprise for them somewhere down the road.<br/><br/>If he was a little disappointed by anything, it was that Arty hadn't bothered to pipe up to coax more out of Sabian... but, well, maybe it hadn't been fair to expect that of him. It wasn't like they'd known one another that long. And while Mirk wasn't generally inclined to be charitable... he could, at least, picture Arty believing Mirk had it well enough in hand that he felt stepping in wouldn't make a difference.<br/><br/>"I can be ready within ten minutes. If anyone would like me to prepare anything for them, speak now. I have formulae that can extend your reach, that can grant invisibility, that cant perceive the invisible, that can toughen the flesh, that can disguise your form with that of another humanoid..." Mirk explained the full breadth of his options as he drew out his formula book and began to prepare. When he was done, he headed together with the others for the city gate.