<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2538176)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 3<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>26/26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>13<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/3 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong>Removing armor<br/><hr/><br/>He had not expected the Satyr to give so easily into the kiss he planted on the males lips on a whim, it was welcome in his current state. It felt like he was a little drunk without the benefit of alcohol, still had not decided if that was a good thing or not. When the stuttering satyr came up for breath, to try and talk himself out of what was going on he just remained silent, watching the cute little thing debate fore a moment before he grabbed the dwarf by the beard and pulled him back in.<br/><br/>The beard itself was immaculately kept and was like silk wrapped around the gloved fingers of the humble bard. Certainly the dwarf spent a particular amount of time to ensure his beard was well kept and presentable. Still it was not something one usually did to a dwarf without asking. As he kissed the satyr, the artificers armored hand came up to grip the wrist that was gripping his beard. "Nae tha beard, nae without asking." he said breaking the kiss.<br/><br/>Stepping back form the satyr for a moment, letting him go before he reached under his beard to press something on his armor. There was a quick Hiss of released Aether before the front part opened and Falgrim stepped from the protective case. "That's better