<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 - 2/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Drip rose a brow at Natasha's comments, "Did you seriously just say it would take too long to figure out how to travel back to the Crossroads, and then in the literal next sentence say we didn't have to worry about time constraints? Do you hear yourself when you talk? Is it your accent? Can you not even make out what you're saying yourself half the time? It would explain a lot" he retorted. He looked around at the group and let out a sigh. The bard was talking to a bunch of brick walls, so many he could throw a roof on them and call it a house.<br/><br/>"Alright let's go with it for now. But we're not having Natasha play the husband. You just made a big display with that duel, and it's going to look really suspicious when a mysterious relative shows up who just happens to have the exact same accent as you. And no I don't trust you to change it. It was Dafina's idea, let her do it" Drip said, before giving a nod to Rayena, "Fortunately legalese is one of my most fluent languages. Give me a quick rundown on your town's laws I can handle the rest" he cooed, a small grin on his face. It's been a while since he's had to deal with the rigorous dance of bureaucracy, part of him was starting to miss it. Though he imagined law and politics weren't quite as..."nuanced" here as they were in the Feywild, "and of course these fingers and lips are yours to play whatever you like" he added with a cheeky wink, "I've been told I'm particularly skilled at the flute" he cooed, pulling his flute from his pack and<em>slowly</em>pressing his soft lips to it before tooting out a few notes.