Trevor Champlaign, Human Rog3Ftr2,AC20/16/14,HP36/36,+1Lngswd+8,1-8+3, F+8,R+8,W+3
OOC: Yada, yada, yada.... Trev doesn't care about all that high-falutin' good vs. evil, save the world and live happily ever after junk. He just wants a big pile of gold and a few dozen wenches to help him spend it!
Trevor just rolls his eyes, sighs, and falls in at the back of the procession heading back to the Temple. "Here we go again. May fortune favor the foolish!"