<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GV9Q88K.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zael Ras'kar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491258)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Fogwall Court<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>17<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spell slots</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 1 - 4/4</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh I assure you there's more than monsters that would like to taste you" he mused, not realizing that his innuendo had flown completely over the bookish girl's head, "Oh come now, how hard can riding an animal really be? that's what they're trained for after all" Zael disputed, waving off Ranna's grisly warning. Of course the tiefling had never once actually rode a horse or any such mount, but he was intimately familiar with the riding position and he imagined that experience had to account for something, "Sounds like a plan dear soft-one, and yes, Zael Ras'kar, a pleasure" he said with playful, sweeping bow, a polite gesture he clearly wasn't used to doing as he almost clipped her with his horns. He offered her a hand and short of any other interruptions would head off to the market, "be back soon!" he called to Lutsag, managing to eek away just as the ominous figures made their way over.<br/><br/><strong>{Using Diplomacy to gather information on the best priced mounts in the market:  20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154939)}</strong><br/>