<strong>Alphonse Swiftblade</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8908),<em>Ranger (3)<br/>Hit points: 23 || AC 20 (Touch 15, Flatfooted 16)|| Mood: Curious<br/>Pertinent Skills: Perception +10, Stealth +14</em><br/>-------------------<br/>Making his way through the crowd of much larger people wasn't difficult for Alphonse. He had acquired armor and bits of clothing and other gear from some jobs he had done for this or that group of Big Folk, and could pass for a groom or stableboy at first, limited, glance. The succulent smell coming from the meat merchant's wares made the halfling's mouth water. He wasn't so keen on eggs as the goblin appeared to be, but it had been at least a couple of hours since Alphonse had last eaten and he could appreciate the various cooked meats.<br/><br/>The slowly building silence in the street puts the ranger on guard slightly in the same way that a hush through the jungle might. He lets his training take over--glancing about, actively listening to what talk is still going on, and marking where anyone who might be trouble is, especially the young toughs who'd had an interest in the goblin and anyone coming from the pub who might have been overindulging in a liquid lunch.