<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/SebastianPFBard.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sebastian</span><br/><strong>Human Archaeologist (Bard) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 10/10<br/>AC: 14 (flat-footed 13, touch 11)<br/>CMD: 12 (flat-footed 11)<br/>Init: 1<br/>Saves: Fort 1, Ref 3, Will 2<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 2<br/><br/>Lv 0: detect magic, light, mage hand, open/close<br/>Lv 1: comprehend languages, detect secret doors</div></div><hr/><br/>As Sebastian crossed the threshold of the inn, he couldn't help but smile at the combined mass of people so dedicated to drinking.  Sure, the smells could be better, but he'd experienced worse many,<em>many </em>times.  He yawned as he made his way, ultimate toward the Master of Scrolls, but he'd be lying if that was what had drawn his attention and not the cooper-skinned beauty wrapped in that translucent fabric.  But he tossed those thoughts aside as he heard her speak; mixing work with pleasure tended not to end well and doing so in the final interview was not the way to go.  Sure, he had worked with the Society several times - he was paid to know things and know things he usually did, and paid even more to find out things if he didn't know - but to be a full member of the Society would allow him more travel and exploration.  Danger came with it, but danger meant scars and stories.  The latter were the most important.<br/><br/>"It started here?" he answered under his breath, taking a look around before putting a pleasant smile on his face, but the woman took the words right out of his mouth.  Instead he readied himself to take mental notes, committing the names and faces of everyone to memory.  His own introductions would wait until after the halfling responded.