<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/big5z23.jpg?1)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">SARRYN</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059869)<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">(Sam Kronenberg)</span></span></strong>| Male Half-Elf Warlock 1<br/><em>darkvision 60 ft.; advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/><strong>AC</strong>14 (leather armour);<strong>Hp:</strong>9/9 (dark one's blessing)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcasting</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Save DC</strong> 13; <strong>Spell Attack</strong> +5<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong> 1/1<br/>1st - <em>armour of agathys (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Armor_of_Agathys), burning hands (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Burning_Hands), command (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Command), hex (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Hex)</em><hr/>Cantrips (at-will) - <em>chill touch (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Chill_Touch), eldritch blast (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Eldritch_Blast)</em></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing/Carrying (38 lbs.)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Arcane Focus, Backpack, Daggers (x2), Leather Armour, Light Crossbow (10 bolts), Spear, Traveller's Clothes<br/><br/><strong>Backpack:</strong> Book of Lore, Bottle of Ink, Ink Pen, Lyre, Parchment (10 sheets), Small Bag of Sand, Small Knife</div></div><br/><strong>Locations:</strong>The Hero and Mug Inn.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any.<hr/><br/>After the ordeal that had happened, Sam was glad to be free of the high priest's proximity and actually be at the inn, with its informal cheer - the inn was technically the place all adventuring parties in a D&D session looked forward to getting to after an ordeal, and seemed no different for Sam in game as it was in reality.  What he really wanted right now a room and a bath, preferably a private one he could soak away in, but he'd take whatever he could get.  Using his spear as a walking staff, Sam leaned heavily against it, still kind of miffed that he hadn't been drawn towards a cool sword - little by little, it seemed his hopes of being a warrior were being dashed piece by piece - and he was quite sure that Ackaedes was laughing at him somewhere.<br/><br/>It was a point driven all the more home when the young blonde Beatrix noted him as a warlock.  "A what now?" he grunted, wondering how she could tell at a glance... though given as they had likely seen many champions, perhaps there was something marking him?  Unlike Greg, Sam found Beatrix to be uninteresting, even a touch boring, scratching his head in embarrassment at her upbeat manner that didn't take circumstances into account, and wondering if she's still be upbeat after they were dead - and since she clearly had met other champions and was still this way, Sam pegged her for the blithely oblivious type, and proceeded to pay attention elsewhere.<br/><br/>"Well, I wouldn't like to impose, but a private room would be my preference; but I'm not fussy - anything will do really," he smiled and bowed slightly at Jocelyn, feeling mildly disappointed to hear she had a husband.