<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/54/01/df/5401dfdea06a6208456c949fe3ab5c70.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damien Fletcher</span></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1743009)<strong>HP:</strong>24<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Damien walks in not much later than Dalea. He had to leave Feredir with the horses. Thankfully the horses were used to him already and it did not take that much coaxing. Feredir, however, wanted to play a little more. He never did like the city. A cat like him always drew attention. At least he managed to convince everyone of his harmlessness. Dressed simply except for a well-embroidered vest, he walks over to Dalea and bends forwards so he could kiss her. With a language that predates sylvan, “<strong>Mo shíorghrá</strong>(My Eternal Love)<strong>I hope you have not waited long. You know how much Feredir wants to be with us”</strong><br/><br/>Once he had greeted his love, he turns to his friends and smiles to them all. He had been adventuring with them all for a while now and trusted them even with their individual personalities. “Sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything?