<div class="floatright">(https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/2c4a8c485c0c4a93607cb2ccd0b484f0.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Wallen Drake Shadetree (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302505.msg14778557#msg14778557)</strong></span><br/>Tiefling Male, 1st Unchained Rogue (Trapsmith) AC 18/13/15 HP 11<br/>Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4, Resist fire 5<br/>Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +0<br/>Init:<del>18</del>, 15<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Campaign Trait: Alabaster outcast,<br/>Action: Talking<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Lucky bastard</span></em></span>he muttered to himself in abyssal as he watched the ugly little wretch cling to the shapely oracle, though he kept it quite softly spoken and he turned away to whistle to Rufus. The little dog scampered on in, his head focusing on a scone on the edge of the cart till he rejoined his master at his side. He looked around at the assembled adventurers and whined again. He was starving, couldn't anyone tell? It had been all of an hour or more since he'd had a treat.<br/><br/>"I say that we give first choice to the lovely diplomat who truly disarmed the situation so deftly." He said with a grin as he cleaned his hands with a cloth. Gremlin blood was not fashionable, ever. Anywhere. "After that.. we should discuss who gets the next choice.. but I imagine Ladies first would be apt." he added with a grin as he picked up Rufus and sat down.