<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Doc21.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Dylan Silverheart</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190719.msg9238263#msg9238263)<br/>(Stats) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13032)<br/><hr/><br/><em>“If you’re going to be late you could have at least bathed.  The kobold smells better.”</em><br/><br/>"Of<em>course</em>the kobold smells better. Have you seen the nose on that little rascal? It's eight times the size of mine. He should do the smelling for all of us, I say, as he's obviously well suited for it. No offense to you, sir," he nodded in the little beast's direction. "But if you have time to give lessons, you might want to play schoolmaster to this one over here." Dylan jerked at thumb in Sam's direction. "For I haven't touched a drop of liquor in seventy-four days for anything other than the most irresponsible inflammatory purposes. The trash-diving I'll own up to, though it wasn't entirely my decision."<br/><br/>Seeing that the introductions were going swimmingly, Dylan found a seat in one of the predictably comfortable chairs, stretching out his long legs and crossing them at the ankles. His heavy pack landed on the floor near him with a somewhat alarming muffled clank of glassware within. There certainly was more than enough lovely scenery to occupy his attention despite the lack of windows.<br/><br/>"Now do my ears deceive me, or was there talk of payment to be entered into? Granted I've missed the description of the job at hand, but if these fine folks feel it's not below them then I'd hardly be one to put on airs and argue about it myself. Sterling judgment displayed by one and all, I would presume without fear of contradiction."<br/><br/><br/>