<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 - 1/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>cast silence around Natasha<br/><hr/><br/>"Huh? what was that? I still can't quite make out what you were saying" he replied, holding a hand up to his ear. With his other hand he would give his lyre few plucks, and suddenly everything around Natasha would fall deathly silent. She wouldn't be able to make out what anyone around her way saying, or even her own words, or even her own breathing or heartbeat. And more importantly for Drip, nothing she said could be heard by anyone else either, "ah yes, that's what I thought you said" he cooed, letting out a relieved sigh and kicking back.