<div class="floatright">(https://images2.imgbox.com/46/b2/BWLvknqi_o.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lucas Forst (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2592214)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Silver Fork<br/><strong>Hit Points/Current:</strong>21/21<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Silver Fork reminded Lucas a bit of the old haunts at home - well, at least kind of. Having gotten dressed in his usual traveling affair of durable clothes and armor, the young swordsman looked about as he tried to discern the whereabouts of familiar faces and their patron. Upon finding at least one friendly face, Lucas began to make his way over towards them, giving a small wave as he soon sat down. “Looks like I’m not late this time, great. I admit the invitation caught me unawares but I’m here and ready to help.” His smile was faint but sincere, his words holding truth to them as he was ready to be the shield his allies would need once again.<br/><br/>Making himself a little more comfortable, the man leaned back faintly in his chair, giving out a faint sigh as he waited for the others to mosey up and make their way towards their shared table.<br/>