<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Even though Mouser had his ear to the ground about all of the prettier women near Fort Inevitable, he didn't know much about Damira.   "I am pleasantly surprised to see you, my lady," Mouser said.  Although his opportunity to spitroast Temudaria with Sir Faranal had vanished, he didn't seem disappointed.  Indeed, he was ecstatic that other people had heard of the venture and had come.  At least, that was until Shaninera Jalal showed up.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, composed himself, and allowed the color to return to his face before he donned a placid but fake smile.<br/><br/>"...  They let you out of the dungeon, did they?" Mouser asked, almost through gritted teeth.   "Curses..." he said, under his breath.  He had paid good money for the guards to keep Shaninera locked up!  If he made it out alive, he was sure to get his refund from them.<br/><br/>Turning to look at Damira with a look of annoyance, Mouser tried to smile, but appeared agitated instead.   "Of course you are welcome to join, my lady.  Your musket will make quick work of the goblins, I am sure."<br/><br/>Clapping his hands together, he said:   "Now!  We are just waiting for one more.  As soon as our benefactor arrives, we shall all go to the ruins."<br/>