<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/459948451589783553/772688577023705088/iorveth.jpg)</div><strong>Mirk</strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>51/51<strong>AC:</strong>22<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +5 Ref +12 Will +8<br/><strong>Resistances/Immunities:</strong>+2 to disbelieve illusion; +2 vs enchantment<strong>Senses:</strong>darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Well, this was a fine mess. Mirk mulled it over as he downed the last of the alchemist's kindness he'd taken this morning, lurking in the darkest available corner of the side room. (Mental note: three doses left.)<br/><br/>Had he just been fooling himself this whole time, telling himself he was out of the adventuring game? That he was an information broker now? It just had to be the tavern he happened to be haunting that pretty little Artemis Fellbrook had to saunter into. And, okay, yeah, sure, he could have walked, when he realized this wasn't going to be the kind of job where he just reported back his findings, when it was clear that Arty was gonna<em>do</em>something about what they'd uncovered. He could have let the necromancer try to take down the drow slaver ring on his own with no backup because he wasn't patient enough to hire the muscle. (... No. No, he couldn't have.)<br/><br/>He could have stopped it there, once the job was done. Didn't have to let a pretty face talk him into grabbing a drink together in celebration. It didn't take a genius to figure out how the night was going to go from there, if both of them were riding the high, if neither of them had their wits or inhibitions. (Not that Artemis really<em>needed</em>the alcohol for that, judging by how he'd woken Mirk up the next morning.)<br/><br/>He really hadn't gotten that far away at all, for it all to crumble away so quickly. One step along that slippery slope, then another, then...<br/><br/>He'd all but snarled at the half-orc recruiter for mistaking him for an adventurer – except. Except he heard what the job was. He knew who would take the job, whether he had backup or not.<br/><br/><em>Fuck.</em><br/><br/>He wanted to tell himself this would be the end of it. That once this job was over, he was out, whatever the fallout was. But that? Even in his head, that had the bitter sound of a lie.<br/><br/>He'd always thought it would be a dame that would do him in. Should have had his guard up for boys as pretty as Arty, too.<br/><br/>Too late now.<br/><br/>From where he stood, he figured, he'd get a better chance of giving anyone who walked in a once-over before they could take the measure of him, and looking over both the broads that were at least interested enough to hear the man out, his lips twisted wryly. Well, no surprise he was going to be the ugly duckling of their little group. He'd known he wouldn't be short of eye candy with Arty around, but he didn't expect everyone who got roped into this to be<em>this</em>good looking. It was a little ridiculous, honestly.<br/><br/>It would have been a little suspicious, even, honestly, but it wasn't like Mirk himself fit the profile.<br/><br/>"I have questions," Mirk very nearly growled, having organized his thoughts as he listened to the man's sob story.<br/><br/>"First, what means were used to subdue you? Second, tell us more about your wife. Describe her. What she was wearing, as well. Get us a sketch as well, if you can. It might be important to be able to recognize the person we're searching for." Suspicious, even, that they had a sketch of the perpetrator, but not the person they were to retrieve. "Third, was there anything on your wife of value? Fourth, you and your wife were alone? Fifth, who knew of your itinerary? Do you travel between Mut and your Chateau with any regularity, and if so, how regularly? Sixth, do you have any enemies, and what do they have to gain by you having your attention diverted right now? Seventh, does<em>she</em>have enemies, and would anyone benefit from having her out of the picture?" Would Sabian himself benefit from having her out of the picture? "Eighth, worst case scenario, would you still want her body brought back, even if she does not survive the hospitality of the dark elves?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense Motive result 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=150850) on Sabian. Oof, natural 2. Not off to a great start, lads. Also, does he look injured in a way that matches his story?</div></div>