<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>"I'm in, obviously," the man in the corner stated flatly.  Hollow footfalls accompanied him as he emerged from the darkness.  He was a tall, well-proportioned man with long, sinewy limbs.  A crossbow was slung over one shoulder and a bandoleer crossed his leather-armored chest, a long rapier being fitted at the hip.  He wore loose fitting clothes of a dark, inky blue.  On his scalp, a thick patch of wild golden hair.  A crazed grin that stretched from one side of his handsome face to the other met all who gazed at him as he indifferently approached Aesleod.<br/><br/>"... But you can keep the position.  I'm doing this for fun."  He grabbed a chair, turned it and saddled it, glancing furtively at Sophia, but then glancing back at Aesleod.   "... I just wish you hadn't brought her in on this.  You know how I feel about her."