<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>Lebanon seemed to disregard the summoner and his summon, and then turned to look at the ranger.  He appeared annoyed, and one glance askance to Alexander would be all that was needed to understand that Lebanon was annoyed, even upset, that the alchemist was still going to join.  He quenched his feelings, took a long deep breath, and then, grinned broadly.<br/><br/>"All right, then;  it's settled.  The alchemist is coming along."  Lebanon, who was a young man, lifted his thumbs up at the ranger.   "It'll be me, you, sewer boy and the alchemist, stealing into the greatest family vaults!  Hee hee.  I hope the getting's good."  Lebanon sat in the chair beside Sophia, kicked his feet up on the table and leaned back, his hands on the back of his head.  He gave Sophia a small wink.<br/><br/>"I don't get it, Asleod; first thing you learn about thievery is you don't go prowling when the master's at home.  Why are we hopping on the King's horde when there'll be a ton of other nobles ripe for the picking?"