<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/7BdtM4v.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>(GM Notes):</strong> <em>Bhaal.</em><br/><br/>Amagord’s eyes focused on the cleric, then closed as Bhaal contemplated her words from within his body. Even like that the body of the emissary moved slowly forward towards the woman, stopping only when it came within a foot of her. Amagord’s nearly six foot five height towering over Eilsaadi, “Azzir Tannik is an exceptionally powerful individual.” He rumbled from within his chest, only then opening his eyes to gaze down upon his favored, “There are legends of men from your world that have accomplished and attained far less than he has.” He paused long enough to raise a hand and run one of Amagord’s blade-like nails in a caress along her cheek. “No, you will not strike out against this man. Not yet anyway.”<br/><br/>Bhaal lowered the hand and stepped to the side of Eilsaadi and turned away from her to peer into the distant horizon, alone with his thoughts despite having her there as well. “His motives and objectives are unclear to me… But I am aware of many seeds that he has sown. Many deeds he has done. At his side you could do beautiful work, lasting work.”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>