<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 - 2/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>The Satyr was already skipping back away from Korha, prepared to play keep away with his fine instrument, when Mae came in for the save. He shot the half-elf a small wink before turning his attention back to the action.<br/><br/>Drip gave a sympathetic wince as Alex was deftly sack tapped to a swift end, "it looks like we have a winner ladies and gentlemen! Not exactly 'first blood', but I can attest that such a blow is just as good" he said, gesturing to Natasha with the bow of his violin, "Natasha Ivonova Bonrinko!" he declared, strumming out a quick fanfare (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayACAzmxoJo) to celebrate her victory.<br/><br/>It seemed that Natasha's chiding didn't phase Drip much at all, if anything her insults were like a muse to him, same with Korha really. Letting him know they detested his music had been the best gifts they could have ever given him, "Waz zwung mi'lady? Diz yew not pay fer a zong laz nigh'?" he retorted in his most elegant approximation of her accent, referring to the silver she had tauntingly tossed his way the previous night. It was only right that he give her what she paid for.