<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/>The noble's entrance seemed to add punctuation to the absurdity of the present situation, and the man in the corner could not help but continue laughing.  When addressed by the ranger, the man continued to laugh, as if the ranger had said something humorous.  His delight was marked with certain repetitions of what the ranger had said.  And when the druid addressed him, the man's laughter increased.  He seemed to enjoy the druid's aggravation.  But he said nothing.  He did not respond.  He didn't answer.  Hell, he wasn't even on the same plane of existence.