<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>3/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Drip couldn't hold back a smirk as he felt the intensity radiating off of Prime even without looking. It was amusing to see just how quickly her wise, kindly sage shtick from when they first arrived had eroded away. Despite the very real danger Prime posed, Drip wasn't too scared. After all she could probably blow him up with flick of her wrist, but if she did that then she'd just be proving all his claims of her being an egomaniacal tyrant right, "It's Duchess actually but points for trying" was all he said in response to her intimidation, still casually strumming along.