<div class="floatleft">(https://avatars.mds.yandex.net/get-zen_doc/251164/pub_5c5c876156acc900ad34326c_5c5ca36b2e28b400adc85552/scale_1200)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Faru ibn'Jalal</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444604)<hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Honor Guard Cavalier</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>23<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+8<br/><hr/><br/>Faru's eyes widened as he turned to face Tamaa. Nami momentarily forgotten after the archer reminded him of their plan for later."N-no. No I did not." The warrior said obviously confused. His eyes danced over Tamaa's before his cheeks slowly darkened. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and headed toward the small camp's supplies. "By the gods! Can no one get this woman a drink?" He grumbled to no one in particular.<br/><br/>Careful to not disturb princess Aishah, he started to pick through Bill and Greg's things with a purpose. Indifferent to their worth, he tossed anything not of obvious use at the moment aside. "Patience half elf. We will enter when we are prepared and everyone has gathered. Such bravery gets the lone lion killed, better to be the hyenas and wait to strike with the clan." He answered Namiha's question off handedly as he tossed a stained and wrinkled scroll depicting a badly drawn nude orc male over his shoulder.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Let's see Bill and Greg ignore this...