<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/>"And speaking of voluptuous maidens, here comes one now," Mouser said, pointing at Temudaria.  Mouser wanted to add something along the lines of, "but she's no maiden," but he didn't.  He didn't want to give Sir Faranal the impression that he didn't respect the woman, because Mouser did.  In fact, Mouser respected Temudaria so much that it could be said he was a bit afraid of her.<br/><br/>So many thoughts coursed through his mind as she addressed them, but they mostly centered around his desire to fuck her.<br/><br/>"Your presence is always a blessing," Mouser replied boyishly, rubbing the back of his head with the pink blush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks.   "We do intend to scale the spire, but we await others.  You are more than welcome to come along.  Indeed, I had hoped you would.  I can think of no better companion."<br/><br/>"But, while we wait, we must entertain ourselves," he said, now grinning a bit mischievously.   "Have you any ideas, my lady?"<br/>