<strong><em>Kizer Manawire</em></strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12459)<br/><em>Conjurer</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>Kizer appeared suddenly seated atop the bar beside Arianna's mortar and pestle, dressed in a silken pants and fuzzy fur slippers. He stretched a bit, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he yawned. He'd vanished a bit earlier in the festivities and taken the time for a quick nap, but since things had died down he was showing up to see what the guild had planned for the evening. As peered over to see what Arianna was brutalizing in her latest concoction.<br/><br/>"It seemed to have gotten pretty quiet," Kizer mused glancing over to the drow and ifrit. "Yet, as I see it we don't do quiet very well here."<br/><br/>Varliss spoke his piece, which sounded a little like whining about his lack of sleep, and headed off to bed. Kizer watched the illusionist stalk off and looked back to the other confused. Just before he could ask what Varliss had been talking about Na'vi walked in, speaking on exactly what his curiosity had landed. He grinned, shaking his head, "we actually have a job? well what do you know.. you gals won't have to perform massive orgies every night anymore," he laughed, his voice heavy with sarcasm.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Kizer used his spell like ability- dimensional steps to pop in... </div></div>