<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>Lebanon looked at Sophia sullenly, his countenance bearing an ounce of pain, which disappeared just as it became noticeable.  The thief knew Sophia could be cold in the face of sin.  He knew this first hand.  But he knew that Sophia had not always been that way.  She had not been this way until she met Aesleod in the sewers, a long time ago.<br/><br/>"You know better than anyone that<em>everyone</em>gets their hands dirty when you work for Aesleod, Sophia," he said coldly.