<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/>Suppressing a chuckle as she mentioned coming back alive was much more difficult than he would have thought; it might have been at the bottom of her list of priorities but it sure as hell was at the top of his.  Only a rough exhale of air through his nose signaled his thoughts on the topic, a topic that Janira moved on from it quickly, mercifully moving on to the man and women around him.  Resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, he casually looked over the others while those moments of silence hung in the air, daring someone to speak first.  A few would require second, third or fourth glance and perhaps longer inspections, but there was a journal ahead, plenty of time for that.<br/><br/>When Shriin spoke up, her introduction far more formal than anything that would come from his mouth, he smiled politely, all the while attempting to get a read on her.<em>Trying to live up to a legacy, it seems,</em>he told himself, noting to ask her later about her ancestors and what notable accomplishments they might have done.  He knew a smattering of facts on Qadira, mostly that its wealth came from its fortunate geography on account of trade.  Luck, however, was a tangible thing to Sebastian and one that hadn't failed him thus far.<br/><br/>"I'm sure there will be plenty of great things in your future," he answered with a smile, "I am Sebastian of nowhere in particular, given my family hailed from Sarkoris and I sure as hell have no intention of going back anytime soon," he chuckled, offering a silent tilt of his hands to try and lighten the mood, "I am no learned man, but I know a lot and will help anywhere I can."  He turned gesturing toward the door with a brighter smile foreshadowing a joke incoming.<br/><br/>"I left most of my gear outside with my donkey.  I worried that bringing a beast of burden inside would be frowned upon, but it might actually make the smell better..." he grinned self-satisfactorily.  Turning as Janira addressed Shirin's equipment, he pipped up when rope was mentioned.  "Rope I have,<em>light</em>I can cast.  And if we can't hurt something with steel, it'll be your major,<em>my bonny lass</em>, I will yield to.  As well as more..." he paused, looking at the musketeer, "Developments of a more explosive variety.".