<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/>Tucker was a little taken aback by the Dwarf's description of the size of the lobsters, "You... you mean that in like a fishing term, right?" he asked, fidgeting slightly, "Like, they usually exaggerate the size of their catch. There's no way there's a bunch of lobsters all the same size as me, could there?"<br/>Then he remembered the lost fingers, it was a sobering thought and enough to jolt the bunny fully awake. Dipping his bread back into the coffee he scarfed down the remains, before knocking back the soggy crumb-laden mug. There was money involved that he needed. Right. Okay. No need to get squeemish.<br/>"Tonight. Yeah, tonight's good." Probably had to be tonight else he'd change his mind. Couldn't chicken out in front of the crew.