<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Lucan Drevis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12960793#msg12960793)</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>42/42 (+4)</em><br/><hr/><br/>When asked if it was simply the guard who saw him, Lucan paused with a frown, then gave a head shake. "There was... a panicking crowd." The first sign of real regret came only when he was told how useless he'd be as a wanted man. And of course, without Azzir, he'd be back to square one, but with the added benefit of the bounty on his head. He proceeded to tell his benefactor the approximate amount of time that had passed, and the location of the fortune teller's makeshift shop, even offering to retrace his path.<br/><br/>"I'd recognize his nasty scowl anywhere." He said, before quickly continuing on to another matter. "And I feel I have to clarify. This<strong>never</strong>happens. Not so publicly, at the very least. In some parts of this land-- in the hearts and minds of at least<em>several</em>people, I am a hero." A small and proud smile lit up his face beautifully. "So are we going to gut this fucker or what?" Effervescence still danced in his eyes, but his proud little smile was now bigger, and tainted with malice.