<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Harlo Glazer (Swashbuckler 9/Fighter 4)</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:   125/125      AC:   25<br/>TAB:      +26/21/+16   AC(Touch:   18<br/>Range:      +18/+13/+8   AC (flatfoot):   17<br/>Panache:   8/10      Fort: +8<br/>Resolve:   5/5      Reflex: +12<br/>Charmed Life:   4/4      Will: +8<br/>Initiative:   +9<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Curses</div><div class="spoiler_body">Increased Libido (X2), Size King, Enhanced Cum<br/></div></div>Active Effects:<br/></div></div>Tagging:<br/></div><br/><br/>Harlo simply shrugged his shoulders at the two; mildly surprised, again, at how clueless, how ignorant some were to the ways of proper and correct behavior toward your fellow half-elf... any thinking and feeling being for that matter. Pride had nothing to do with, nor some childish games to make oneself feel superior to those about them. No, they will never understand and he had long ago stopped trying to educate those who refuse to be in the world about them.<br/><br/>The swashbuckling rogue stepped back through the open doors of his inn andsnapped his fingers as he walked through the common room and into the smallish room that served as an office.  He nudged the door closed, only to have it slammed open a moment later, bounce against the wall and smal closed with asound like cracking wood. "One day, I'm going to teach you to open doors without knocking things off of the walls." Harlo chuckled softly and looked down at the biggest house cat, for those who didn't know what they were actually looking at, at least would be what they saw. But, the bobcat, large even for his spies, growled softly.<br/><br/>Harlo had found the big cat as a jit and through the years, had bonded with the animal in ways that he didn't understand. The only reason why Harlo fought alone outside was because he had told the cat to defend the bar.<br/><br/>Harlo pulled out his well worn haversack and began to pull bottles from his personal stock, paused and included a bottle of the dwarven spirits that was part of the first run from the brewery that he owned. "Come on, you can come too." he glanced back at the cat again, "But, no scratching the furniature this time."<br/><br/><br/><br/>As he stepped back out and into the tap room, he paused at the bar and picked up a small keg of ale and started out the door, "Flora, dearest, I'll be late, make sure that everything's closed up tonight."<br/><br/>The slightly plump older woman nodded in response, "Of course, Lord Glazer."<br/><br/>The sight of a man in fine clothing, carrying a keg with a 3 foot long feline might of stood out in most places, but around here, they had probably seen much more interesting sights that day. Fortunately, it was short stroll to the destination and it ony took him a few minutes. As he stepped in, he nodded at a bouncer before he made his way to the private quarters of the owner; it wasn't the first time and if the bouncer didn't know it by now, Harlo wasn't a stranger to her bed.<br/><br/>He had to pause at the door, and knock with his foot, "Special delivery."