<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/86/90/5f/86905f15ad3dd2cfb780ac1359c494ff.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Lucan Drevis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12960793#msg12960793)</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>42/42 (+4)</em><br/><hr/><br/>At the start of Azzir's correction, a concern began growing in the elf. He thought for a second that he would be left out of the next step, but was happily proven wrong. "Okay." He responded in an almost chipper fashion, showing just how acceptable he found these terms. His enthusiasm flagged a bit when a partner was brought up, though this was out of increased interest and attentiveness more than anything else.<br/><br/>Bhaal. He'd heard of the deity before. The Lord of Murder. He was interesting, to say the least. If he was lucky, this Eilsaadi would the fun kind of murder-loving freak, and not the overzealous, overserious type. "Eils<em>aa</em>di. That's a pretty name." Realising he was getting off track, he took a quick breath. "Locate. Bhaal sacrifice. Reavers. Got it." He parroted with a curt nod. "In my escape, I saw the direction he was headed in." He neglected to mention the fact that he saw this while turning to gloat and flip the man off. "And logic would dictate where he's going. I suppose we should get started post haste."