<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Vendi made him a bit nauseous.  She was<em>so</em>attractive, and<em>so</em>rich, and<em>so</em>crazy in bed, that she could get him to do nearly anything for her.  Vendi, in her astonishing splendor, had utterly bewitched the young bard.  Her every word was his wish.  So it should have been easy for optimism to have consoled him.<br/><br/>As he absently stroked her armor-clad forearms, threading her fingers with his in a brief but firm grasp, he remembered that she had said something like that to him before.<em>They will be okay.</em>But that was not true, was it?  He felt like he was going to vomit.  He didn't want to lose Tem.  And, oddly, he found himself not wanting to lose Cassidy, either.  Although the gunslinger could be so hard, he knew that there was something almost sweet about her.  He could see it when she was deep in her drinks, reminiscing about something lost.<br/><br/>When Vendi released him, Mouser did not know how he felt.  He had never felt this way before, really.  It was like... he had bargained away something that he was not prepared to lose.  Not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>But he wasn't going to waste time being sad.  No, he would work.<br/><br/>"... If we're spotted on the incline, we will be chased down by dog-riding goblins," he said.   "We need some longspears to resist the charge.  I think that we can quickly get to work to craft a couple while the scouts are gone."