<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/SebastianPFBard.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sebastian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265764.msg13115430#msg13115430)</span><br/><strong>Human Archivist (Bard) 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 9/9<br/>AC: 17 (flat-footed 16, touch 11)<br/>CMD: 14 (flat-footed 13)<br/>Init: 1<br/>Saves: Fort 0, Ref 3, Will 1<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: heightened awareness, detect secret doors</div></div><hr/><br/>He heard his name in the air as he wiped off some of the ichor from his shield, turning slowly with a puzzled look on his face.  "I didn't? he answered, confused about what she had really meant.  "Shirin already had the torch lit and thrown.  My longsword wouldn't do much and I didn't have enough time to light a torch of my own.  Unless you're going to let me check to see if you've got a flammable potion hidden somewhere, not sure what you wanted me to do, burdie,"  The confusion slipped into a laugh as he spoke, trying to rewind the last several seconds before just deciding to throw the joke back at her.<br/><br/>"Anyone poisoned or otherwise not right?" he asked once he affixed the shield back onto his back and sheathed his blade.  Turning and moving back to his donkey, he took one of the torches and slipped it into his bandolier for quick recovery later, as well as putting his flint and steel in his sporran, "Take a breather and then move on?" he tossed out for the group, before turning to Faoran, "And good work with those waves.  Tops to you."  Turning to look at Vannalys, he tilted his head toward her for them to chat once they started moving again.