<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/><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 Ramh 'aswad nodded over his shoulder at Bill. "That one knew you are a Princess. And no. We did not see master Bashir. No doubt, he is still many shades of green on the ship." He answered dismissively.<br/><br/>Faru unslung his shield from his back in a practiced, fluid motion. His eyes hardened, and he spun his darkwood spear in a tight circle. He turned toward the barrier as he snapped his weapon into place over the edge of his shield. "But if you wish to attempt a rescue this other half elf's friends, that can wait. Time is of the essence in battle."<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Nothing.