<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/j3uhQUr.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Khaldrash 'the Beast'<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Male Orc Fighter</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>56<br/><strong>AC:</strong>22<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><hr/><br/>Glaring at the sun like it owes him money, Khaldrash thuds his way down the stairs of the Green Dragon. There's a huge, utilitarian blade tossed over his shoulder and half a suit of plate haphazardly buckled about his person. He drops himself down on the nearest, most unfortunate chair in the bar, making it creak in protest. From that position, scratching his stubble and chewing on a strip of jerky by way of breakfast, he listens to the mysterious mage.<br/><br/>There's a snort from the Beast and he leans backward, folding huge, tattooed arms across his chest. "Better be a fancy fucking deck of cards, boss, if that's what we're after." That's all he says, taking a belligerent chomp at his scrap of meat in a manner that somehow makes his dubiousness known.<br/><br/>