[center][color=DarkKhaki][h1]Blont Merlin[/h1][/color][/center]

Blont was a man of simple tastes. He liked gold, gems, wine, rum, whisky, women, comfort, power, strong knives, untraceable poisons, kittens, a good fight, the look of confusion on a guard's face when he had been outfoxed, good clothes, free things, leverage and a good time. What he did not like was a cell that he couldn't escape. However, this Lempean prison had bamboozled him... until the woman arrived. 

Blont had been minding his own business in his cell (and imagining how the guard's face would look under his heel) when a young woman arrived in the cell block dragging a man with her. Blont had opened his mouth to make some remark about lawyers getting more attractive by the day but had been stunned into silence by her actions. First she opened his cell, [i]odd[/i], then she practically wrenched his arm out of its socket as she bodily dragged him along with her. As they ran Blont tried to get a good look at his rescuer; however, Gnomes are rather short as a general rule so he couldn't keep running and examine the girl. He got a better look at the young man who was also being dragged along. Lanky, short and with a surly expression, indeed the idiot was straining and shouting at the girl to 'let go of me!' If any guard wasn't aware of the situation before, thanks to the shrieking of this human they would be now... Blont decided then and there that he didn't like him.

The girl let go of the other man and continued along with Blont, he started hearing a commotion behind them as they ran. The girl practically lifted Blont off the ground and ran with him clutched to her chest, despite himself the Gnome grinned lasciviously at the eye-full he was getting. Distracted, Blont didn't hear what the girl said and so was unprepared for being thrown into the river. 

Blont was many things, a [s]good[/s] [i]great[/i] thief, burglar, liar, conman, pickpocket, extortionist, brawler, lover, killer and occasional chef but was most definitely [i]not[/i] a swimmer. 

He screamed during the fall and shrieked at the touch of the cold water; he kicked and swung his arms about before being pulled under the surface and dragged along by the current. Somehow fate carried him to the surface again and Blont hungrily gulped in a lungful of air before the churning waters pulled him under again. He had no idea where he was or if anyone else was with him; the girl [i]had[/i] jumped in after she'd thrown him...hadn't she? Blont prayed silently to Raha even as he screamed bubbles into the water. He felt himself starved of air and, out of habit, breathed in and felt water enter his body. Sheer terror gripped him and he flailed about underwater once again, however, the current continued to push him until his head struck something very hard and Blont fell into unconsciousness in the river's depths and remembered nothing more.