<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>"Well, now that you ask, no," the rogue said.   "Why, I was planning on getting some sleep.  I just woke up, but damn it if I'm not SOOO bored."  Here, Lebanon yawned dramatically, and then lowered his head.<br/><br/>"And it's not like the present situation is boring me.  It's the thought of what's to come that's boring me.  I am going to have to sit here and listen to the lot of you plan.  Do you know how dreadful that is?  Oh, it is the worst.  And it's not at going to be at all clever.  Just long winded and tyrannical."<br/>