<span class="bbc_u">Twin Oxenbridge</span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT9qEirZbGUyCUSiiHTcBo5f3PDx8czAcjT4Q&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Collin Whoreson</strong></span><br/>Human Paladin 1 (0 at this point)<br/><hr/>"Never heard of him," Collin answered, as he set another bolt on the groove. "And it's either just Collin or Rat."  There were a dozen bolts in the target, the majority being closer to the centre than they were to the edge.  Collin took any chance he could get to practice with the heavy weapon.  Who knew when somebody's life would depend on his ability to make a difficult shot.<br/><br/>He squeezed the trigger.  The bolt struck the target high and to the right of the bulls-eye.  Certainly not one of his best. He turned to look at the young man who had interrupted his practice.  He looked like a spellcaster.  That likely meant he was powerful, important and dangerous.    "So who the fuck is Sildar Haliwinter and why should I give a shit?  For that matter, who the fuck are you and why should I come with you?"