<div class="floatleft">(https://i-ogp.pximg.net/c/540x540_70/img-master/img/2010/04/18/22/53/07/10111092_p0_square1200.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Derek Highkeep (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2467327)</span></strong></span><br/>Human (M) Cleric/Sorcerer<br/>AC: 16 HP: 8<br/><hr/><br/>As Rowena answered that it was his turn to cook breakfast Derek opened his mouth to protest. Then she flashed him that smile of hers.<strong>"Umm...Fine"</strong>He started to gather tinder to bank and rekindle the dim coals of last night's fire while enjoying the view of her stretching.<br/><br/>By the time Tevi exited the tent he had managed to get a small flame burning again. As the two women and Alfie began to discuss the strange pillars on the edge of the ravine he retrieved his pack and started digging around inside it. After a little searching he triumphantly pulled out a paper wrapped bundle of cheese and sausages he had bought from that quaint little town north of here. He quickly started the half dozen finger length links cooking in his travel skillet.<strong>"Someone must have dozed off during lecture again," </strong>he jokingly chided Rowena.<strong>"It is called the sun less citadel after all."</strong>The sizzle of the sausages already had his stomach growling.<br/><br/><strong>"I just hope we brought enough rope. How deep does the ravine look?"</strong>He asked as he skewered a sausage with a stick and bit into it.<strong>"AH! Dat's 'ot."</strong><br/><hr/><br/>GM Notice: Nadda