<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/af/9b/e7af9bca1b1ced9b769f118e91d8de3b.jpg)</div>Ser Darius Brightwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16108540#msg16108540)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction</strong><br/><hr/>Darius found himself in Crossroads looking decidedly bewildered, his pack horse, Chestnut, likely also very confused by this turn of events.  The knight was armored and armed, with a heavy maul with a weathered, carved stone head in one hand, while the other held the reigns to his horse.  With him was his companion and friend, the sorceress Frore, and his head slowly turned to regard her with a frown on his face.<br/><br/>"This is somehow your fault, isn't it?"  He sounded mildly exasperated, weary, but not angry at all.  As if this sort of thing was a semi-regular occurrence or something.  "Was it the wine?  You never said where you got it, so now I'm wondering if you managed to steal it from some kind of cursed cellar."  He then let out a sigh, shoulders slumping as he took in their surroundings.  Thankfully they weren't left to languish in ignorance, thanks to the timely introduction by the proprietress of the nearby tavern.  "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."  He offered her a polite bow.  "I am Ser Darius Brightwood of the Crusaders of the Dawnfather and this is my friend, Frore Phosphenes.  We thank you for your offer of hospitality and wish good fortune upon you and your house."  There, that was a nice, polite, formal introduction.  Now to see if Frore would follow it up with something similar or just... be herself.  He was betting on the latter.