<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ja1MvcZ.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">swishy</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/YT7I9u7.jpg)</div></div></div>Name: Chubizz Muckfoot ; Level: 1<br/>AC: 16 | HP: 8 | Speed: 30ft  |  Spell Slots:  1st: 1/2<br/>Passive Perception: 11 | Passive Investigation: 10 | Passive Insight: 13<br/>Actions:<br/>Rolls: Stealth 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=159259)<br/>Status Effects: Mage Armor: 8 Hours<br/>Tagging:<br/><hr/><br/>A pout curls Chubizz's lips as Yati ignores the mental voice. <It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. But as Old Burnedfoot used to say, a problem shared is a problem lessened. Then again he did usually say that before dumping nasty chores on everyone.> With those words the presence squirming in Yati's brain seems to pull away and leave her alone.<br/><br/>There's a wide grin as Kaysha and Brandon chime in about their sticks. The grin turns to a smirk as she bounces forwards, her free hand dipping under Kaysha's loincloth to give the length beneath a single pump. Spinning she bounces over to Brandon and runs her hand up the crotch of his pants before skipping to the middle of the group, smirk curled into a ear to ear grin as she peers up at them. "Many magic sticks here. Much trouble they spray."  She keeps her position in the middle of the pack and even makes sure to stay as quiet as she can but she also makes sure to plant her tiny feet one before the other to add to the sway of her hips.