<div class="floatleft">(https://s33.postimg.cc/lttte4d0v/d63e776c4c52b2a4f4b8372bbd5d39ca.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Salvador</strong></span><br/><em>Up to no good</em><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669670) HP: 33 AC: 13.<br/><br/>They'd already made a good start on the negotiations when the door of the tavern swung open, allowing a cool gust of air to swirl in. Momentarily, Salvador stepped through, late, and looking somewhat worse for the wear. All told, his day had been frustratingly unsuccessful. It'd taken him some time to find his witch, after leaving Koba at the bowyers, and all she'd had to say about it was that, if it was magical, it wasn't any kind of magic she'd encountered before. She did, however, offer to take it off his hands for a modest sum, for further study... Not entirely convinced she was giving him the straight and narrow, he'd refused, and found his welcome quickly outgrown thereafter. For now, the idol's secrets remained veiled to him.<br/><br/>Glancing around the somewhat dim interior, his eyes made out their table, and he hustled over, helping himself to a seat. "Appologies for my tardiness. Got a little lost on the way back..." He gave the tax collector an easy smile, "Ahh, you must be Jeminda. A pleasure." After a moment, and a few awkward formalities, he added, "Err, carry on, guys. You can catch me up later."<br/>