<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Xazgir_Hedon.jpeg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">●○</span></div></div><strong>Xazgir Hedon</strong>(https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Namey/characters/21431248)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvils<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>He could have joined the scouting mission as a second flier--the jagged holes cut into his armor and shirt weren't there as a fashion statement, after all--but stealth...that would be a bitch to pull of. With a frown, he watched the others get ready to depart. "Get back soon. I'm ready to put sight to those perverse sounds. And to kill things."<br/><br/>His attention was easily caught by Kaahreyha's comment, and he eyed her up and down a moment before deciding to answer her with some sincerity. "A good death for fodder. A truly good death is the kind given to you by a superior foe, not flung wildly on the back of a stray arrow or lucky strike--especially not after walking right into a trap." At the very least, the commander agreed with him on the latter point, though what she thought of everything else seemed...difficult to determine. He chuckled as she brought up the sex sounds and catching their horny enemies off guard, but at the same time, he had to wonder what hid beneath all that face paint and colorful armor.<br/><br/>Then, he decided to turn to his summoner, cracking a smile as the man went off on an impressively lengthy and arrogant tangent. "You know I've been around, boss," he said, the term sounding casually non-reverential as usual, "and I don't think I've ever seen a man stroke himself so vigorously--and without the use of his hands, no less. Color me impressed...and a little disappointed." With this tease came a smirk and a suitably saucy wink.<br/><br/>Fun and engaging as joking with Gloss was, he couldn't help but notice the looks of awe and intrigue coming from the Olaq around them. "Ah, brutal violence prefaced by an awestruck crowd. Feels a little bit like home."