-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samuel Cutter</span></span><br/><em>- Mapper of Sewers</em><br/>-<strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8648); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 16<br/><hr/><br/>Samuel took a hair longer than was healthy to remove his hand from his vest, and only when it was clear that the other man had indeed been invited as he'd said.  He kept his eyes locked on the shady fellow, doing little to disguise his animosity.<br/><br/>"'aven't been a boy in many a turn ov the season," he said simply.  "And names may not mean a lick ta ya, but by my reckonin'<em>character</em>be werf some bread 'n 'oney.  'N<em>yer</em>character seem downright ugly from where I stand."<br/><br/>His eyes strayed as Belinda walked through the door.  He didn't seem to recognize her at first through the disguise, but his brow shot up a notch in recognition as she drew closer and addressed him.  "Lady Starr?  My world be seemin' smaller by the hour!"