[hider=Jarvan Gearshield: Man Returning From A Mission]
[center][color=#f17105]♣ [b]Jarvan Gearshield • 8th of Clubs • The Fierce Forge[/b] ♣[/color]

[sup][color=FF0E20][b]HP: 18/18[/b][/color] [color=17758D]||[/color] [color=A625E7]SA: 18/18[/color] [color=17758D]||[/color][color=gold] 219 GP [/color][color=17758D]||[/color][color=FF8527] [b]37 / 1000 CP[/b][/color]
* No Condition *[/sup][/center]

[center][h3]Prime District Entrance : Helping an old man : Focused[/h3][/center]
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It seemed the processing had been momentarily halted by a collision between the person he'd just checked and... Acron. Though Jarvan didn't know Acron personally very well save for a few chance encounters, his reputation was well known and even more well earned. This could get rather interesting very quickly. Deeming it best to avoid becoming part of the scene before him Jarvan quietly slipped around them and silently handed the old man his biscuit. He whispered to the old man cheerily, [b]"Seems like we might get to see a fight."[/b] In reality it doubted it would come to that and he'd probably try to stop it if they did. Of course it was more likely that someone official would step in before that.

[hider=Inventory On person]
[color=#f17105]Treasure: None[/color]
[u][color=#f17105]Inventory[/color][/u][list]
[*]Mess Kit
[*]Iron Rations x3
[*]Bag of Heavy Tools
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[color=#f17105][u]Thematic Items[/u][/color][list]
[*]Blacksmith Apron
[*]Hammer
[*]Backpack with stuff for dorm (Clothes, toiletries, etc.)
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[hider=Current Stats]
Health: 12 (base)
Sanity: 12 (base)
Defense: 10
Willpower: 13
Stamina: 15
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 10
Stealth: 9
Magic: 11
Vigilance: 10
Luck: 0
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