<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GV9Q88K.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zael Ras'kar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491258)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Fogwall Court<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>17<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spell slots</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 1 - 4/4</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Wait a minute, did you just say 20 sails...?" an effeminate voice rang out. Suddenly a lavender hued tiefling that had just been passing by abruptly stopped in their tracks and spun around on a dime, eying the dwarf with no small amount of awe and desire, "For just one job?" he clarified. Back in his shithole home town of Riddleport Zael wouldn't have been able to make that much money in a whole month, maybe even two (he had not been a particularly high class prostitute). Traveling with a merchant, protecting them from beasts, bandits, and other bad things? That sounded easy enough, especially for one with his natural arcane gifts. Plus this could be the true start of his adventuring career, "I'll do it! In fact, I'll do it for 19!" he exclaimed, perhaps a bit too eager to start negotiating for the job. Granted he was used to having to compete with others to sell his services.