<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Odk3Xs5.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/RReem5s.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Stryker and Drax</span></span><hr/><br/><em>Race:</em>Half-Elf<em>Class:</em>Sorcerer<br/><br/>Stryker remained silent, with only a nod toward him looking less green. It was not his place to reprimand Mouser, at least not while Davriel kept<em>some</em>amount of esteem for him. He knew the risk of wasteful, futile words from his time among the Faerie folk. And so, he quietly drummed his fingers and idly scratched the head of the enormous lizard at his side.<br/><br/>Draw had no reservations about propriety, and so all but glared at the squirmy little man that felt his master's ire. Uncanny intelligence flickered behind those slitted eyes as the beast considered some unknowable equation. If Mouser were at all familiar with animals, it was clear that Drax was sizing him up as prey.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the fool blundered and excused himself, much to the relief of everyone involved. Stryker leaned forward now, Mouser beneath his notice. "What a detestable cretin. There is no excuse for poor manners."<br/><br/>He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a scroll case that he quickly unfurled before them. Inside was a rough map of the surrounding area, which Stryker quickly described: "I managed to secure this before finding the layabout. I believe it will more aptly further our endeavors."<br/>