<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/>"You don't have to worry about me," he said.   "I know my way around a job."  Lebanon sounded despondent.  He really didn't want to spend the next sixty hours with the druid.  He didn't want to spend any time with any of them.<br/><br/>He lifted his head, turned his other cheek and planted his face against the tabletop.<br/><br/>"This is going to be the worst," Lebanon said with deep melancholy.