<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/>As he sketched Derek stuck the tip of his tongue between his lips. His crude outline became more detailed as he wandered about careful to stay out of everyone's way and avoid the crumbling stonework.<br/><br/>As Alfie pointed out the pit fall he stopped and looked at the ground.<strong>"So now there are traps? Lovely, what next? Poison darts?"</strong>He tapped his pen on his lips for a moment.<strong>"I bet there is a giant sarcophagus,"</strong>he nodded at his own idea with a boyish grin.<strong>"There is always a sarcophagus in the bard's tales of tombs and ancient ruins."</strong><br/><br/>With a thud he snapped closed his journal.<strong>"Well? Should we move inside?"</strong><br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: .