<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lyona/images/3/3f/Emmerick-0.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160919030941)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Crispin Oldfield</span></span><br/>Elven Wizard, 27 HP, AC 15, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1677221).<br/><em>A scholar and a gentleman.</em><br/><br/>"I usually find your species abhorrent, but that is one attractive woman," Barnaby said as he stared in his owl-like way at the approaching Iolanna.  Spinning his head back to look at the elf, the owl added:  "You have to see this, Crispin!"<br/><br/>Crispin, standing aloofly in the mode of a disattached gentleman, did not turn to stare.  He believed that he had little interest in issues of the flesh.  However, when addressed by this woman, Crispin turned to her and was shocked to realize her outlandish proportions.  Even underneath her modest garb, Crispin could tell that she had been designed explicitly for a notorious purpose.<br/><br/>"No, nothing is amiss, madam," Crispin said with a breathless astonished stammer.  He couldn't stop staring at her bosom, as the woman's breasts were nearly as large as his head and just at eye level.  Realizing his incivility, he pulled his gaze away so that he might look her in the eye, and then took off his cap, pressed it to his bosom, and bowed slightly at the hips.   "Pardon me, I was momentarily overwhelmed by your image, my lady.  My name is Crispin Oldfield, magician.  I am at your service." As he said it, he extended his gloved hand out to hers.<br/><br/>Regardless if she allowed him to kiss her hand, he added:<br/><br/>"I am a man that tends to fret about little things," he said.   "Once you know that, my activities in discerning and speculating will not be so bothersome as to bode ill omens."