<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Serpent_long_hair_edition_by_memymine-d6fr1rs.jpg)</div><strong>Serge Renard: An Unlikely Mage</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Armor Class: 17<br/>Hit Points: 57 +12 (69! How Auspicious!)  <br/>DR 3/Cold Iron<br/><br/>Active Spells<br/>Arcane Sight 5 hrs<br/>False Life 5 hrs<br/>Endure Elements<br/>Mage Armor, Greater 5 hrs<br/><br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=687022<br/></div></div><br/>Serge grinned, cheeks going more than a little bronze—though it was hard to see on the well tanned man in the dim light.<br/><br/>He chuckled at Adrian’s offer and hooked an arm through Wren’s.  “Save it for the other’s Adrian.  Wren and I will be there for the next meeting.”<br/><br/>The burly redhead lead the blond back out of the sewers and hailed a coach to get them quickly back to Wren’s place.  Once they were both seated, he gave a roguish grin,, “I think I can find better things to do with our time than change clothes, don’t you?”  he chanted quickly, washing cool magic over both their bodies ‘til they were as clean as they’d been at the start of the day.<br/><br/>Then he dropped the curtains shut and wrapped Wren in his mighty arms, claiming a hungry kiss…<br/>