<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/130047/male_elven_archer_by_vynthallas-d3ehotf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Runt</strong></span><br/>Male Elf (Forlorn) Rogue: 1<br/>HP 9 (Current: 9); AC 15/T:13/F:12; F:+1/R:+5/W:+0<br/><hr/><br/>Runt smiled as he pulled the curtains to the room open and picked the scolls over to look over what they had done thus far. He'd always found when working a 'box job' that knowing what was done before could be helpful in the extreme. He smiled to Mirim and the others as he unrolled the first scroll and looked it over. He didn't really recall much about the old Thassalonion empire, save that all the runelords were preoccupied with some vice or another. One of his jobs had involved stealing a very pretty statue of the Runelord of Lust, and it was quite.. fetching.