<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stephandtonyinvestigate.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/prince-of-persia.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sera Howlette</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1077893)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>It was difficult for Sera to comprehend the up-front payment of 10,000 pieces in gold.  That was a large sum, larger than he had ever possessed, but it would be quickly spent.  He knew what to buy, and where to buy it.  This was never an issue for a man with an active imagination.  Still, such a sum of money made him feel uneasy.  It announced either danger or a moral complexity.  Sera preferred to steer clear of both.  Still, it was a lot of gold, and the natural skeptic in Sera was quickly caged and forgotten by his greed.<br/><br/>Instead of moving towards the table to get a better look at the map, Sera decided to take a seat in the corner.  He wasn't very good at making plans, and he wasn't much of a tactician.  His genius lay in four distinct and separate fields, but his pursuit of these made him naive in others.  Of geography, he knew not one fact, but he could intuit north and understood the lay of the land above and below its nutrient soil.    Of military strategy, not one trace of skill did he possess, but again, he understood the nuances of magic and the distinctions between realities.  He would help most by not participating.<br/><br/>Sera folded one leg over the other, and quietly took out his long pipe.  He pressed his lips around the pipe's stem, searched his pockets for tobacco, but found none.  Instead, he contented himself to chew on his pipe quietly mulling the oracle's dream.<br/><br/>Sera wasn't critical of the truth in the oracle's visions.  He was not amused by the notion of so many creatures, from so many walks of life, sitting there in silence, listening to Shani's cryptic descriptions, though things like that often amused him.  Instead, Sera listened solemnly, with eyes closed, and inscribed Shani's words into the walls that comprised his memory.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: PhantomPistoleer rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment: Autohypnosis<br/>Result: 12, <br/>Total: 23</div></div><br/>And he succeeded.<br/><br/>Sera had no more questions, neither to his employers or to the oracle.  There were no questions that he could pose that seemed to have any answers to either.