<div class="floatleft">(http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n562/gigalomanic/SoKP.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Narrow Sommers</span></strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=373302)</div><br/>Having apparently had enough of just listening in, Narrow decided it was his turn to contribute to the conversation. “Sword and sorcery, eh? Well, we may be quite as fancy as your magicks or as brutal as your sword, we can make our way around. Tess is a bit indirect for my personal preference, but I can’t complain when those tactics have saved my life before.” He glanced at Tess and smiled slightly. Still needed to make that up to her.<br/><br/>“But as for me? I got me this ol’ gal,” He shrugged his shoulder, moving the back holster that carried his snaphaunce arcabuz, not that such pedantic terms explained it better to present company saying it’s an old musket . “Call her Fusil -- not a bad shot with ‘er if I do say so myself.”<br/><br/>Looking over to the new additions to the party, Narrow put attention to the halfling. Due to the nature of his work, Narrow came to interact with the whole array of races that populated the kingdom. Out of these, however, he quite enjoyed the company of the little folk. He could never quite place the reason -- perhaps it was the unique charm of a culture which hailed to luck. Still, there was something more pressing that came to light about the lass in question. Such as a small gold-laced skull that she so casually placed on the counter.<br/><br/>“Par...Pardon for askin’ but, you--you wouldn’t happen to study in necromancy by any chance?” Gods, it just had to be a necromancer, didn’t it.<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"><strong>HP:</strong> 12/12<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 12 [explorer’s outfit]<br/><strong>Grit:</strong> 2/2</div></div>