<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Methu the Imbiber</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921897#msg13921897)</div>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4d/Methu_01.jpg/404px-Methu_01.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 289/366 <br/><strong>AC:</strong>41 (61) <strong>Ini:</strong>+33<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+59, <strong>Listen</strong>+57<br/>Daily Buffs<br/>Darkvision, True Seeing, Mind Blank</div></div></div></div><br/>A fist crashed into Brymril's chest enough to send him stumbling back, and Methu glided idly back from the force of it while he spat his curses and made his claims. He couldn't have guessed the sword would envelop him, but still, he seemed bored by the whole process. Anasil's comment on her expectations got a chuckle, "That's simply because you didn't know him."<br/><br/>He kept the lazy expression as she absorbed the sword into her own and the sphere of darkness faded. He glanced around at the open air again, "That was tedious." He gave a weak salute, even as his body continued to spin backwards so that he was barely facing her. If he heard her offer or her admittance of a debt, he didn't acknowledge it. She teleported away and he did the same -- reappearing above his seat at the table and slowly floating back down into place on it...