<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>Lebanon slowly lifted his head, letting his eyes glaze unto the leatherworker's figure.  He then reclined backwards, rubbing his chin, mulling over the infinite possibilities of what he could possibly want.  Glancing down at his armament, which was basically a bandoleer upon which tools were strung along, the thief said:<br/><br/>"Unless you're full out of mithral chain shirts, then I'm good."  He couldn't carry anything else without losing some of his mobility.