<div class="floatright">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2lu2h4h.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Kairon</span></strong><br/>HP: 40/40, Init +8, Saves: 6/6/6<br/><hr/><br/>Having been more or less press-ganged into the group, Kairon would of course be taking his share of any rewards for their performance. For his magic item, he selected merely a Handy Haversack, a curious device that would allow him to carry much more treasure in the future despite his less than epic frame. The beholder was certainly something to behold in and of itself, and might have made for a good story had not the previous portion of the journey been so surreal. Kairon had a healthy dose of self-assurance, he could walk into almost any given situation and know that he was one of the strongest (if not physically), smartest, and quickest in the room. Bao had power, that was to be certain, you didn't reach such a position on the planes without a good amount of power. All that paled in comparison however to meeting<em>her</em>. It was all he could do to not start gibbering like a fool and soiling himself. He stood, only the slightest quiver to indicate the terror that grasped him so wholly. How could he go from playing for fools to standing in front of a goddess, the mother of dragons, an entity that could blink him out of existence with little more than a thought?<br/><br/>Fortunately, he didn't have to say anything. The fact he was instructed in that direction had not even come into the picture. How can a mere mortal hold your attention while faced with that sort of magnificence and power? Thankfully, they were soon out of her presence. Find an expedition? Sure. Whatever they needed. At this point he was only concerned about what failure would entail. If the Harmonium trafficked with beings like Tiamat, what would they do to punish others who disobeyed?