<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 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/><em>Decades</em>was the word that hung in his mind as he tilted his head and looked at Vannalys, trying to reconcile her physical appearance - and a bonny one it was - with those words before he had a realization.<em>She has to be an elf...</em>he thought, watching her to get a glimpse of her ears or something else that might confirm it.  Or she could be lying.  But something in her delivery made him think it was probably a lie in the other direction.  It might have been a better part of a century, considering the confidence she spoke with the rest of her words.  A witch didn't bother him, although the word mistress also drifted back into his mind.  This was an odd grouping of people.  Then again, they were joining the Pathfinder Society.  Odd people was a prerequisite it seemed.<br/><br/>Tipping his head to welcome her as well, he used the silence given the conversation had already moved on.  Rapping his fingers against the bound leather squares of his armor stretching across his stomach, he agreed with the sorceress "We're already up so we might as well get on," he offered, "And since I'm the lumbering brute among us to be pointed and told what to do, it seems," with something in his voice hinting that this was somewhat worrisome, "Perhaps I should get my mule and make ready?  Meet outside?  A side glance to Tessa and the tilt of his head offered an aside to the fellow warrior, then he turned to everyone else, bowed, and turned for the door, letting just the fluttering of his kilt and the wooden shield strapped to his back announce his departure, muttering as he went.  "Go here, do that.  Seems the Society is a lot like women, only usually when they boss you around there's a lot better reason to do what they say..."