Baromir stood with the rest of the distinguished crew at the luxury docking pylons. He would like nothing better than to send that pompous archbishop packing and off towards certain doom. His muscles tense as he recalls the debacle of Luprecan, but his face remains schooled into a cool expression. Scanning the members of Krozer's retinue, he could see nothing that seemed out of place. The bastard must have a decent replacement leg to not be seen limping.<br/><br/>57/42 Scrutiny (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31064)