<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/iOPneu6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Garrock "Gar" Kneebreaker<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14 (16 w/shield) |<strong>HP:</strong>15 / 15<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>13 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Rage:</strong>2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kieri, Cammy, Nivni<br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Halfling cooking was quite something.  Which may have been a strange thing for him to consider, given his species.  But not having been raised among his own folk, it was as novel to him as it would have been to any of the tribesman from the world's edge.  He are quickly but with as much relish as he could, since such a meal should be savored.  One never knew when they might have to subsist on far more meager fare, after all.  But he followed his friends down to the lower floor.  Not just so that he could watch their asses but also because it was only moot for Cammy to go first and do the talking, since the note was addressed to her.  They did have nice butts, though.<br/><br/>The two dragonborn got a measured look from Gar, a curious look in his eyes but a smile on his lips.  Bodyguards, eh?  Part of his mind wondered what scaly folk like that could do in a fight.  He's seen some others since coming to Waterdeep but this was the closest he'd come to any interaction.  He gave each a nod, something he considered a courtesy as they were fighting folk as well, and followed his two companions past them to sit with the gnome woman.  Ah, and a pretty thing she was!  Kieri was the first to speak up and Gar chuckled at her words.  He then shrugged, "Thank you for the pies.  I'd like to hear about this job too."  He made no secret of looking Nivni over.  "And any other proposals you might offer."