<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/002/7/b/pzo1126_ch1_mythic_intro_hero_wat_by_akeiron-d70gjn0.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>   </td><td>Ferrino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=229264.msg11252392#msg11252392)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td></td><td>Augustana, Andoran; Tattered Flag</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Stats:</strong></td><td></td><td>HP:   99 / 99</td><td>   |   </td><td>Per/SM:   +17/+0</td></tr><tr><td></td><td></td><td>AC:   23/16/17</td><td>   |   </td><td>STs:   +11/+12/+10   </td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Ferrino had been hoping for more something useful to gain from the Necromancer's affairs than just something to convince the townsfolk that they had done as they said. It was hard to stay upset when the party was greeted with cheers and accolades on their deeds. Fame and recognition had a value even if Ferrino could never respect that until it had already happened. Whatever annoyance he had on his face when they first left the Necromancer's lair was gone along with the contents of the first few flagons of ale. He was leaning back in a chair, balancing it on two legs with his feet against the under supports of the table. The light blue cloak he always wore to obscure his elven features had become relaxed; silver hair parted to show his pointed ears, and the unmistakable leaf patterns in the armor on his armor.<br/><br/>The child who came up got Ferrino's attention, but no more than a look while Emeric handled the kid. He just sipped his ale and watched the exchange, looking down the rim of his mug at the boy's bright eyes. It wasn't until the boy left that he clicked his tongue, "If we're so famous to get the attention of some diviner, I'd appreciate him warning us about the last job." He chuckled and gestured in a circle towards Emeric with his free hand, "Well we mind as well open it. He already knows we will anyway, right?"<br/><br/>Once he has a chance to hear or read the letter, he leans back in his chair again. Nessessa's response got another short laugh and a grin, "Or if we don't play along, whatever we do instead is what he really wanted anyway... and we can think cyclically like that until we're dead." He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm game with checking it out. If he set up this whole faux-introduction to impress, I fell for it." He shrugged his shoulders and looked to the lot for their take.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spellcraft on the child's purple eyes? Result: 31 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=75969)<br/></div></div>