<div class="floatleft">(https://avatars.mds.yandex.net/get-zen_doc/251164/pub_5c5c876156acc900ad34326c_5c5ca36b2e28b400adc85552/scale_1200)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Faru ibn'Jalal</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444604)<hr/><br/><em>Lvl 4 Human Honor Guard Cavalier</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>23<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+8<br/><hr/><br/>The warrior's eyes widened as Tamaa quietly chided both of the men. He began to speak. "I....," before his brow furrowed and he looked down at the floor. After a second he nodded toward the beautiful archer. "I will try." Faru's shoulders sagged after he spoke. Then he slung his shield over his shoulder and headed to the bar.<br/><br/>"Innkeeper. How much for feed for a horse for a week?" Faru asked as he came to stand before the bar, spear still in hand. His posture was still stiff. His voice still held a hint of disdain. Not as much as before, but it was still there.<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>He is trying. You can take the guard out of the palace, but not erase the years of training.<br/>[/quote]