<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/f3/cc/92f3cc2acd5c38d9840ee9cc291cdc72.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Luckums (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1549226)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Playful<br/><strong>Frog-Level:</strong>Satisfactory<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Plotting and planning<br/><strong>"Svetlana said they come inside. Probably think they own this place."</strong>Luckums noted, her tongue daintily clearing some stew-gravy off her lips.<strong>"So we let them. They walk in and then?"</strong>The spoon gets pointed at herself.<strong>"I can stop one. Alni and Pip can do more,"</strong>Each gets a spoon pointed at them in turn.<strong>"What's left..."</strong>She circles the spoon around in the direction of the other three, then smacks the back of the utensil into her other hand with a sharp<em>SLAP!</em>sound. Then she uses said spoon to steal a bit of Pip's stew, fluttering her eyelashes at the bard the whole time.<br/><br/><strong>"If plan is too complicated, more can go wrong and it's harder to fix. So, we keep it simple. They have an axe, we have a bigger axe <em>and magic</em>"</strong>spooky finger-waggles accompany this. She nodded at what Dorn says, and gives Svetlana a glance.<strong>"He needs a lot of room, the tent he pitches is very big. I just need a corner, or a box, or maybe a large hat?"</strong>