<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/LroWtDI.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belni Cloudwillow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2719799)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>13 |<strong>HP:</strong>8 / 8<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>11 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+3<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>2 / 2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Belni squeaks as a deep voice speaks up, her fork coming to point at the dwarf with her spinning around. Taking in the rather drunken form before her she lowers the fork, a flush crawling up her cheeks that only grows darker with the man's words. "H... hi?" She shrinks a bit as he assumes she's with Tucker but her eyes follow the mug as it's thumped down before her. "Thank..." Her words die off as Tucker introduces the man, eyes widening and seat wobbling as she perks up. "You're the one that found the basement lobsters? How big were they? Where they actually lobsters or could they have been bugs of some sort?"