<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 hadn't thought that his attitude was going to compromise the mission or that his attitude was in any way unprofessional.  Indeed, Lebanon felt that the entire situation itself was very unprofessional.  Were there any other thieves here?  No.  So how could the job be considered professional?  It seemed to him rather open handed for sewer boy and the ranger to make such remarks.  Who were they?  Just some schmucks that may or may not be good at something, and that something wasn't thievery.<br/><br/>"Haven't you already developed a personality trait, ranger?" Lebanon said, his head in his arms.   "Aren't you intolerably boring?"