<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/33da4bc89e3eb8c95264e6d15d35c211/tumblr_pcpp2urfYP1xtyoyso1_1280.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Drothmick Unbeck (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2355359)</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 23/23 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Golden Goblin tavern - Suzail.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Bastards + Blake.<br/><strong>Actions:</strong> <br/></span><hr/><br/>The table filled until there were no seats vacant, and the group that formed made Drothmick question whether he had made the right call. Barring the half-orc wizardress, who appeared quite quick-witted and willing to start conversations here and there, the group was at first glance rather dull. Then again, the half-dwarf was doing very little to liven things up. The silver-haired woman intrigued him, and even moreso after the man who spoke in broken Common mentioned that he was looking for a man who matched her description — hair description, to be more precise.<br/><br/>"I think I'll take you up on that offer after all, ser uh, Titangate?" Drothmick doubted the man had an official title, but if he were, the elf would not be the first noble to run around in common man's clothing to have a moment of revelry with his people. Or so the tales go. Once a mug was procured and ale filled it to the top, he looked at the barbarian's direction, his chestnut eyes hovering over the mug's brim. Once it hit the table, Drothmick addressed him, "So you're looking for a silver-haired man. Sounds like your target is old, so he must not be hard to find."<br/><br/><em>'<strong>Your</strong> father had silver hair, idiot!'</em>the warrior thought, but it was impossible. But also, his mother said he was an exiled prince, so entirely not<em>too</em>impossible. "If you hope to find anything during this festival, I hope for your sake it's not a bard — there dozens if not thousands out there," Drothmick's eyes travelled elsewhere during the conversation, as if his own words made him realize something. Will he be able to find a bard among this sea of performers?