<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Darcoli</strong></span></span></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/DeadwoodCox.jpg)</div>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13649)<br/><hr/><br/>"Zero points for the pirate with the prick," Darcoli announces. "In fact in my misguided youth I was an honest farmer, though to be fair being hip-deep in pig shit for me would present only a minor inconvenience for most of you lot. The third is a lie. I'm actually looking forward to this little misadventure. How often does a gentleman of my station get to meet such a collection of fascinating individuals? Most likely we'll all end up dead, but there's worse fates."<br/><br/>"The rest of your speech, though, seems to have gone right over my head. I'll leave it to one of these others to guess your lie, as I think I heard about eight or nine statements in there. After a certain point in the evening I'm used to hearing double, even when the tongues aren't forked. If you'll all excuse me, it's time to turn bad wine into good piss. And as this is such a fine room that there's not even a spittoon, I'm going to wander the halls and see if I can't find a more appropriate place to practice alchemy -- If you'll pardon the professional incursion on your territory, Isoke." He weaves his way across the room, puzzles himself with the operation of the doorknob for a bit, and then exits into the hallway. In a few minutes brief shouts can be heard from several doors down, doors which evidently did not conceal privy facilities.<br/><br/>Darcoli's haversack is left on the table, should anyone be so impolite as to wish to search it.<br/><br/>