<div class="floatleft">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/e0bd24d63c4e38ea2c4bc471da974df1_zps1608dc2c.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Makoto Kaijitsu, Half-elf Arcanist</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 8/8 / <strong>Init</strong> +1<br/><strong>AC</strong> 12 / <strong>Touch</strong> 11 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 11 / <strong>CMD</strong> 10<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +2 / <strong>Ref</strong> +1 / <strong>Will</strong> +4<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +2 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -1</div></div><hr/>Rather than Ameiko, it was her younger brother that spoke up, one Makoto. "Fireworks... huh...?" he mused softly, though loud enough to be heard by the others in the wake of old Beaver's tale. His eyes flickered as he flicked them up from the book he was studying, taking the room in for a moment before turning them down to the book once more, as though the sight of all those gathered was painful to see.<br/><br/>He was, as usual, "helping out" at the Rusty Dragon, though usually that more often meant having his nose in his spellbooks rather than actually waiting tables or making sure people were comfortable, as a good host might. And a good thing too; the villagers had not often had a spellcaster in their midst, but one that had grown up among them had taken some of the mystique out of it. After all, it was hard to be astounded and impressed by someone conjuring fire from his hands if you had seen him two decades ago run around without his smallclothes as little more than a babe. They often jokingly teased him about getting his face out of his studies, and helping out on one of the outlying farms, or finding a wife and settling down to continue the Kaijitsu line, upon which he grew prickly.<br/><br/>"I wonder what else they found...?" he asked himself out loud, "And what else might be on that ship..." He looked up once more from the book, and turned his attention to Sayla. "I agree--but we should first find the goblin encampment, wherever it might be. Who knows what they have already salvaged from there, and what they might be keeping. Perhaps we might even be able to... persuade them to stop attacking travellers," he smiled to himself, and arcane energy crackled along his fingertips.<br/><br/>"It's settled then," he nodded to himself, and coming to the decision he rose from his table and swept up his book, speaking loudly. "Who else will join Sayla and I to stop the goblin menace, and salvage what remains on the ship?" he asked loudly, turning his gaze about the inn as he looked to the others he had known and grown up with for others who would join them.