<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ub7DaR7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tucker Cobalt (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2722300)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>HP:</strong>10/10<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>11 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>L1 2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"I mean," the rabbit said as he rested his head back down in Sarkat's bosom, tilted at just the right angle to look up into her big, blue eyes as their Halfling friend made her way back to her room to prepare her gear, "there's a bunch of ways to have fun that don't involve coin... but that said we gotta get some in our pockets or I'm on coffee bread for my next meal too."<br/><br/>Unless the Goblin shifted him, the Harengon kept his place here, perhaps the most comfortable place to lay your head in the entire tavern. Definitely better than the pillow he was afforded. Then again, thoughts crept into his mind he'd never really tested how soft Belni was. Something to do later after their lobster hunt. It wasn't really that long before the studious lass was back once more.<br/>"Nah, you barely took a moment," he said as he got up and stretched, a pop emanating from his spine, slightly curved from often working over a bench long into the night, "Nice top though," he mentioned, "Shall we for lack of a better term hop to it then?"