<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Darcoli</strong></span></span></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/DeadwoodCox.jpg)</div>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13649)<br/><hr/><br/>"I think Allis will be holding our leashes," Darcoli says in response to Isoke. "But we're also going to need a lead dog. For the rest of us it's just staring at asses all day."<br/><br/>Darcoli jumps down from the table, landing easily on his feet without dropping the folder of papers he'd been given. It's a short walk to the fireplace, upon which he tosses the documents. They begin to burn easily. "I hope she's made a copy of all of that," he says. "It'd be a shame to have all of that work just go up in smoke." He gives the fireplace a discerning look, bending down to peer up the chimney. "Good for business, though."<br/><br/>He spins on his heel, overestimating the trajectory and having to go around twice in order to face the others again. Perhaps the alcohol is having an effect. "So to amend my previous calling of the lists, we now have a prickly pirate, a sword-swinging sorcerer, and a haughty hunter. The shape of this mission is quickly coming into focus. We're to commandeer a sloop, prank a whale into following us back to port, harpoon the thing and then tell people all about our adventure. And I'll clean out the blow-hole. Sounds like a can't lose proposition."<br/><br/>"As for a leader, should no one step up for that lofty position then I'll cast my vote for this man." He points at Kyras. "I'm pointing at you, Kyras," he added helpfully. "If we're going into this mess blind then we might as well make an ironic point about it. And I like the cut of his jib."<br/><br/><br/><br/>