<div class="floatleft">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/a09b70f2dd60f7810f597a90b761c57d/tumblr_nuswz8kTdZ1tk4029o1_1280.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Timo Zoltikampa (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=546620)</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong> HP:</strong> 13/13 | <strong>AC:</strong> 17 (<em>T:</em> 12, <em>FF:</em> 15<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +4 | <strong>Speed:</strong> 40' | <strong>Melee:</strong> +2 | <strong>Ranged:</strong> +2<br/><strong>CMD:</strong> 14 | <strong>Fort:</strong> +3 | <strong>Ref:</strong> +3 | <strong>Will:</strong> +5<br/><strong>Channel Positive Energy:</strong> 1d6, 5/5<br/><strong>Travel Domain:</strong> <em>Door Sight</em> 6/6<br/><strong>Freedom Domain:</strong> <em>Liberty's Blessing</em> 6/6<br/><strong>Prepared Spells:</strong> 0 - <em>Detect magic, Guidance, Light</em> | 1 - <em>Bless, Bane, Sanctuary<sup>D</sup></em></div></div><hr/><br/>He watches the kobold speak, with open fascination. he would have never guessed that the creatures had lips. or you know...<em>talked</em>. Granted, he's only sure he understood about half of the words she uses. "Exssothermic?" Whut? And now it's show and tell. He leaned back into the overstuffed chair, looking from face to face, trying to guess their capabilities, gauge their professions. The first two don't count. A soft chuckle came from him and he regarded Senthay. "You walk in the company of the faithful, Senthaynatrix." How did he say her name so easily? "Time spent as boots would only be an interesting interlude, and I'd be sure to keep them well-polished until you got better." A little smirk is tossed her way, before he leaned forward again.<br/><br/>"I took a journey with the Song of the Spheres after losing my prior guide and guardian. The trail of stardust has taken me through Trunau to heal the unwell, to the gates of Firrine to guide the lost, and now to Ravengro for... this." His slender hand gestured towards the stack of books, then around the room at the others. "Along the way I've tasted the delights of villages and the blood of orcs alike - and I've run from both when need be, wind under my heels and dust in my pursuer's teeth. I can sing and dance and spin the Harrow as well as any with a cock might claim to be able, and know when words can end a battle faster than drawn blades; or start one, if need be. I can also put a wheel back on a wagon, which seems to be a skill lacking sorely in these parts. Also I'm humble, sweet, and a delight to be around." he paused, and made a soft, amused snort. "I also appear to be out of wine, which seems as good an excuse as any to take the time to speak with the Tender of Dreams about our planned excursion."<br/><br/>he shifted in his seat, as if making to get up... then realized that the others haven't said their pieces yet. An apologetic smile. "...In a bit, I suppose." Quentan is given a curious look and Timo tilted his head. "I was always told that dwarfish holy water needed three distillations and at least five years in an oak cask to get its full effect?"