<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PAl5eEo.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Drip Hazelfuff (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2536081)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21 -<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 1/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Will save: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158356)/15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158357)<br/><hr/><br/>Drip did his best to hang behind the others and cloak himself as they approached the bonfire. He even tried to pull his hood down to cover his face, as if that somehow hid all his other flamboyantly distinct features.<br/><br/>Gazing upon the shameless hedonism brought about conflicting emotions for the satyr. On one hand he was still frightened that anyone at this party might recognize him as a wanted man, yet he couldn't deny the tingle of nostalgia he felt. He had attended many such frolicking affairs back in the day, and he had been quite the animal too, living up to just about all of his race's stereotypes. The music was nostalgic as well, the same songs he would play for the nobles at court (or during the royal orgies).<br/><br/>However he could also immediately make out the notes of charm magic laced throughout the melody, ever so slightly changing the song's normal composition in ways the untrained ear weren't able to catch. Fortunately for him the music simply went in one ear and out the other, the bard not so easily swayed by bardic magic, however it appeared some of his companions weren't so lucky, ""Hey wait! Guys don't listen to closely to the mu...shit...Falgrim!" he exclaimed, watching as his strong dwarf protector immediately switched over to join the revelry. In Drip's own panic he ignored Mae's wise words and broke from the group to follow Falgrim, "Hey, come on, snap out of it buddy" Drip said, grabbing the dwarf's hands and giving them a few shakes to try and jostle his wits back to him.