<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/9f/98/9f980bd6f7f8f6ad44a681dc7a6def29.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sekko<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17 |<strong>HP:</strong>13 / 13 |<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+4 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+6 |<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>lvl 1  2/3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Arrival<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sekko's cut an unimpressive figure upon her arrival. A small kobold with blueish purple hide laced with black scales instead of a fully scaled form all wrapped up in what was obviously a worn men's tunic that she used for a dress. Bare claws tap across the floorboards as she's led to the booth, the offer of a first round causing her to perk up and order honey mead.<br/><br/>Facing the booth and the people already within a frown curls her muzzle before she begins the arduous task of climbing up onto the seat. Managing to flop onto the seat with a bit of bouncing she leans forwards to peer at the others already waiting. "Many guards to follow Sekko. Good. Much good." Her head tilts as her bright blue gaze flickers from lass to lass. "Sekko is much powerful dragon. That all need be said. What others do?"