<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/8d/03/678d03bf7c12b399b4b90039210b348e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mouser</span></span><br/>Human Rogue/Bard, 11 HP, AC 19, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615304).<br/><em>Known for biting off more than he can chew.</em><br/><hr/><br/>"I do not know if I would like to play<em>I Spy.</em>I prefer more tactile games myself.  Indeed," Mouser mused thoughtfully,  "there are very many things that three people can do together."<br/><br/>He nearly choked on his words as he stared at her pendulous breasts dangling so heavily from her chest, but he didn't choke.  If she hadn't been on her horse, he might have even groped one breast and squeezed it and bitten it, like he would a delicious ripe apple hanging from the tree.  But he hadn't, obviously, because he didn't know how Lord Faranal might take it.<br/><br/>"There's probably more things we could do if we took turns," he then added.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he remembered his manners and continued:<br/><br/>"Oh, Lady Temudaria, do you know Sir Faranal?  Like yourself, he is known for his martial prowess."<br/><br/>