<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/99/de/80/99de80dd4fb18a5a2b5229f5fe73ae72.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Twin Oxenbridge</span></strong></span><br/>Human Wizard 1<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2489965)<br/><hr/><br/>When Faybin glanced at them, Twin wanted to jump under the table to hide.  Sure, she was pleasant to look at, but she was armed to the teeth with an arsenal.  It was clear to him that she meant business, and it wasn't until then that he realized Army may have been right.  Matreous was not lucky.  Not at all.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Faybin found the scholar's seat empty.  It was like... sitting in a nest made long ago by the sage's derierre.  The room smelled of pipesmoke and strong tea.  The room, as it were, was scarcely ten feet squared, perhaps less, and the women, as thin as they were, could not all fit within, given the size of the wooden table at center of the room.