<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<strong> Touch</strong>: 12<strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<strong>Fort</strong>+4<strong>Ref</strong>+2<strong>Will</strong>+5<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint listened to the Baroness and tried not to dwell too much on the irony.  They had been willing to deal with Kobolds and whatever else might be in the ruins of the tower for free.  And now the Baroness was offering them money.  Flint could have pointed this out but the fact was that they needed the money.  Good intentions were great but they did not put food in the belly.<br/><br/>The sullen girls response was less than enthusiastic.  What was with her?  She had been so energetic just a short while ago.<br/><br/>"My Lady, we accept your offering." Giving the noble a bow of his head.