<div class="floatleft">(https://i-ogp.pximg.net/c/540x540_70/img-master/img/2010/04/18/22/53/07/10111092_p0_square1200.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Derek Highkeep (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2467327)</span></strong></span><br/>Human (M) Cleric/Sorcerer<br/>AC: 16 HP: 8<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Yes, well I spent a lot of time in my families' estate kitchen," </strong>he said with a slightly bitter tone.<strong>"Our cook was a very kind woman, and she had the help of her two daughters. They often showed me how to do things if I was interested."</strong>His cheeks had blushed crimson from her teasing, or due to her sudden proximity, Derek does not look her in the eye as he offered Rowena the first cooked links and some cheese. He set the rest aside before he added the last of the meat to the skillet.<br/><br/><strong>"B-breakfast is ready!"</strong>He called over his shoulder to everyone, including those still asleep in the tent.<br/><br/><strong>"Tevi, do we trust a goblin rope? Those little monsters can barely manage clothes,"</strong>his nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of the filthy little humanoids.<br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: Nadda