<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/9f/07/8e9f07754d1df0b7526d76ff267edd4f.jpg)</div>Name: Evan Tempest'ive (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906851)<br/>Tagging: Team 2 + Baker<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">~Legend~</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blue text= Common   Green Text= Elvish   Pink Text= Sylvan   Italics= <em>Thoughts</em></div></div><hr/><br/>Pies?... REALLY!? Not only was Evan getting grumpy due to hunger (there's not too much to hunt around a town formally ruled by a necromancy-crazed lich...) he was now dragged out into the one place that had all the food...<br/><br/><em>When we find those bandits, I'm gonna bash there skull in... Out of Pie Jealousy...</em><br/><br/>He listened to the Baker's responses, and then posed a question of his own...<br/><br/>"...What can 3 Silver get me in the place?...." Probably addressing the looks he got from his party, "...What? Find me something to hunt around here... Can't be but so mad at the bandits. If any of you had some, I'd gladly eat out all of you pies..."<br/><br/>...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Passive Pie Perception of 15</div></div>