<div class="floatleft">(https://guildberkeley.files.wordpress.com/2017/07/wyvern.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Telamon<br/></span></span><hr/><em>A Goddamn Wyvern</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>42/73<strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Telamon looked at Talai as he snacked on an ankle.<br/><br/>"No I am not!" Telamon replied with something of a snarl.<br/><br/>He objected to the notion that these corpses could be thought of as anything but fresh meat.  He spit out a small dagger that faintly radiated with magic as he gnawed on a morsel of knobby bone and stringy flesh.<br/>