<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Pip3.png)</div>Name: Epiphany "Pip" Dimath  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285757.msg14068899#msg14068899)<br/>Location: Oleg's Trading Post<br/>Tagging: Everyone | Open<br/>Active Effects: None<br/>Initiative: +7<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 8/8 | AC: 13 (T: 13, FF: 10) | CMD: 13<br/>Speed: 30 ft | Perception Bonus: 0</div></div><hr/><br/>Pip was equal parts frustrating and refreshing as far as travel companions went.  On one hand, he was prone to hying off out of nowhere to chase after a new species of butterfly, or to explore some bit of random ruin.  He was largely oblivious to how his endless curiosity delayed their trip and, likely, irked his companions.  However, when reminded of their desire to press on without delay, he was always contrite and genuinely apologetic.  He also proved to be a very quiet, polite companion who was always willing to help the others gather wood, find edible roots or berries, pack their belongings...whatever they might require.<br/><br/>He had started saving interesting bits and bobs he found along the trail, forcing himself to leave behind anything that would prove too cumbersome or heavy for him to carry, though always with palpable reluctance.  He spent a goodly portion of the trip with his nose in a book, or examining some<em>thing</em>he'd picked up along the way, unless someone drew him into conversation.  Unfortunately, he was a bit pedantic and prone to droning on and on about things that most people didn't much care for, such as the ways in which one sexes a three-toed tree toad or the best way to polish a crystal.<br/><br/>When they reached the trading post, he'd been deep into a treatise on the building methods of ancient Brevosy masons.  He cut off when they reached the gates and entered, however, peering around with bright, inquisitive eyes and a wide smile.  Making note of the buildings, he lifted his eyes to the roof where the hammering sound was coming from, watching Oleg as he drifted over to the tables with the others.  "We are very grateful for your hospitality, ma'am."  He remembered his manners to the lady of the fort, then tore his gaze from the roof to fetch himself some stew, bread and wine.<br/><br/>Like the others, his stomach growled with the prospect of a home-cooked meal.  Sitting with the others, he ripped off a bit of bread from his hunk and chirupped softly with his tongue as he placed the small bit of crust on the table beside his bowl.  Skrum's small, bewhiskered face appeared from the pocket of his vest, with his big, black eyes blinking against the sunlight.  "Come, Skrum..have some dinner."  The lanky-legged rodent climbed from his pocket and hopped to the bread, nose twitching, and scooped up the crust in its small front paws.<br/><br/>As Skrum began to nibble delicately, Pip tore off a larger piece of bread and dipped it in his stew, listening to the others speak to Svetlana and Oleg as he ate neatly and curled his long, slender tail around his left ankle.  He couldn't do much to hide what he was, and rarely tried, but in such situations it seemed prudent not to rub it in people's faces.  Oleg and his wife seemed nice and accepting enough, but many people did right off the bat, and it was better to be safe than sorry.<br/>