<div class="floatleft">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/6543671/3dfAWIMoQTNpYhAN1aSCKQ/original.png?1417407474570&amp;size=50)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sir Viscariot Sunblade</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=73056)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>19 (not using shield)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>Viscariot had no time to anyway notify the nearly nude fey before they were summoned already and so he followed. He admired the halls as they walked, in silent wide eyed awe of country folk who had not been in fancy temples like this. Once they arrived to the Great Hall he was awestruck in the beauty and glamor of the hall, to point he missed Fair lady's question<em>almost</em>. He then noticed the lady and the Marquis and he quickly as he could in full plate went on his knees (and either ignoring or had not heard Sera's comment); "As I have sworn to Pelor's light defend world from darkness I shall serve the kingdom in any hour of the day or night! So thus I have answered your call mylady." Saying that in all full religious fervor and belief as he got and presence of weathered warrior.<br/><br/>But then there is squeek and mouse peeks again and Viscariot looks the mouse and then fair lady and adds; "And sir Squeeky reminds me I need eight hours a sleep every day but I try fit them to most least needing hours when I can." So thus returns image of the fool.