<div class="floatleft">(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/>"My own free will? I was literally in the middle of a set when I was whisked away here..." he retorted, glancing around at the others, none of whom seemed particularly bothered by all this. Getting a read of the room he decided not to press the matter any further, though he continued to ponder the situation even as he sat down and began idly strumming his lyre through dinner, "Very well, I am Drip Hazelfluff, stroker of strings and spinner of yarns, the greatest of bards for hundreds of yards" he cooed, mood immediately improving upon getting to talk about himself.<br/><br/>The rambunctious ram rose a brow when the mysterious stranger appointed them their first task, "Wait, so you abruptly plucked us out of our lives...to go hire waitstaff? So you can build an inn in a cave? A cave that you yourself don't even know how to travel to or from?" he asked incredulously. This was starting to sound, well, straight up<em>silly</em>, and Drip came from the Feywild so that was saying something, "You know this kind of runs counter to the whole 'legendary adventures' spiel right? I couldn't even spin a stanza out of that, let alone an entire ballad"