<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Borpalface1.jpeg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Borpal</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9090583#msg9090583)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Institute of War<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In deference to the Summoner the carpet was stowed on the floor. Borpal stood on one of the offered chairs, placing the edge of the table even with his waist. He listened intently to the brief briefing. It seemed to him less a matter of Summoner Exec hiding anything, and more of there being very little to be hid. It would not be the first mission he had entered nearly blind. Improvisation was one of those traits that the Institute seemed to select well for.<br/><br/>"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "I've never heard of the Juxafars, which I suppose is not surprising in the least. But I've been in one or two crypts in my time. I have to say they're not precisely my specialty. So more as a question to the group, though your advice, Summoner Expec, would also be welcome: Have we any abilities at our disposal that might be particularly well brought to bear should we find any of the Juxafars still shambling about? Zhara, this seems like it might be rather up your shining alley. Can your temple spare us a few kegs of holy water? I have learned, much to my chagrin, that there are precious few of the undead who pay much mind to a well-reasoned argument or a viciously worded condemnation of their character."<br/><br/><br/><br/>