<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JoiYKiK.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">SARRYN</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059869)<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">(Sam Kronenberg)</span></span></strong><br/>Male Half-Elf Warlock 1<br/><em>darkvision 60 ft.; advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/><strong>AC</strong>14 (13; unarmoured);<strong>Hp:</strong>9/9 (dark one's blessing)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcasting</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Save DC</strong> 13; <strong>Spell Attack</strong> +5<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong> 1/1<br/>1st (2/4) - <em>armour of agathys (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Armor_of_Agathys), burning hands (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Burning_Hands), command (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Command), hex (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Hex)</em><br/>Cantrips - <em>chill touch (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Chill_Touch), eldritch blast (http://engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Eldritch_Blast)</em></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing/Carrying (0 lbs.)</div><div class="spoiler_body">n/a</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone.<hr/><br/>Sam was grateful to be inside, and also for the clothing - minimal though it was - but at least was hoping it would allay any bad tempers.  With everyone huddled around, he took the time to listen to what Ute had to say.  He still wasn't really buying the whole 'being brought over' mainly because life had jaded him to good fortune when he got it - and the chance to live what he only played with nerdy players cracking crude jokes every now and again to ground them in reality, was about the biggest good fortune he could think of.  And so it couldn't possibly happen.  Any minute now, he expected to wake up, or the whole thing to turn to nightmare.  Even if not, there was probably going to be some really big strings attached.<br/><br/>"To be honest, I'd like to argue with what you said, mainly because I'm expecting to wake from a dream at some moment," he admitted to Ute, "but let's say I play along... what exactly are we to be champions of?  What are we expected to do?"<br/><br/>Turning a weary head to these people who were suppose to be... his companions?  Comrades?  Brothers- and Sisters-in-arms?  The spirited woman, who was now identifying herself as Jessica Rodriguez, was suggesting introduction, which he supposed was fair enough, though he suspected the names might no long quite match the faces.<br/><br/>The Vara woman said that she was 'given' the name, but, concentrate as he might, nothing really came to mind.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose so," he conceded.  "The name's Sam.  Sam Kronenberg.  Guess it doesn't quite fit the look I have going now anymore... say, Ute, you wouldn't have to have hair dye, would you?  Or even something to bleach the hair?  I'm kind of missing my blonde curls right now."