<div class="floatright">(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/>"Hey. Ouch, stop that nee-san," Makoto used the Tien word for older sister as Ameiko pulled on his longer than human ear. He glared at her as she let go, and with a grimace followed by a tender rub at the throbbing ear he followed Ameiko and the others to the table in the corner.<br/><br/>Along with the others he listens to her speak, and inwardly he sighed. She was always treating him like a small child, even though he had grown to an adult a number of years ago. After all, there was not much to do overall in the village after all. While his books and experiments kept him occupied, and even more than that, fascinated him for much of the time, sometimes he just wanted to go and<em>do</em>something with his life. Not waste it in this backwater village.<br/><br/>He squirmed a little in his chair at Ameiko's chiding tone, frustration building in him, but overtaken by familial piety. He face turned into a scowl as he listened to her chiding his idea, but he nodded slowly. "Fine. Fine, I get it," he muttered as she finished before shooting the other two glances. Sayla had agreed to go with him, but he still wondered about the guardsman, and if he would let his fear overcome him, or do something with himself and leave the village with them to seek whatever adventures might lie beyond.<br/><br/>He had a feeling that the ship was a start to something huge, a beginning rather than an end. When Old Beaver came, Makoto shrugged; "I'm fine with it. As long as I get to look at, and copy, any scrolls or spellbooks we find," he answered, before looking at the others for confirmation. If Roland decided not to go, that would mean 3/8ths of whatever they found for Sayla and himself each... He half-hoped the guardsman would decide not to come, but kept such thoughts for himself as he allowed him to respond.