<div class="floatright">(http://i868.photobucket.com/albums/ab247/bloodthief/18111.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Leo Rindz-ra of Thranwall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13147981#msg13147981)</span><br/><strong>Human (Fighter) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 12 / 12<br/>AC: 18<br/>Init: +0<br/>Saves: +5/+0/+4/+1/+1/+0 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Leo followed the strange skinned humanoid into tavern, noting her expression of distaste as they entered the Last Light Pub. “Breath through your mouth,” he grinned, casting his eyes around the crowded common room and breathing in deeply the mixed scent of success and despair, tinged with an edge of adventure, a rare addition, but the words of the local lord could fuel such excitements in all manner of places. The scene was not alien to him, none of it, he had sampled every flavour of mood in this room, though he noted with a touch of pride that he was more familiar with celebration, the fangs of despair had broken against his shield and blade on all but a few occasions. He considered ordering a drink, but Sora was not heading to the bar as she instead circled the tables, closing in the one where she apparently found the map.<br/><br/>He stayed silent as Sora made her introductions to the table. He could speak himself, but he knew she was better at this sort of thing. The young warrior may respect a veteran from the field of battle, but the elf would likely prefer the more eloquent approach. It seemed Sora wasn’t as interested in being as charming as he knew she could be, but she made a good point all the same.<strong>“I’m Leo,”</strong>he introduced himself, a traveller’s accent to his Common. He saw a tavern wench out of the corner of his eye but resisted the urge to flag her down.