<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ub7DaR7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tucker Cobalt (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2722300)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>HP:</strong>10/10<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>11 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>L1 2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>At the bouncing of that bosom the harengon was roused from a moment of peace, tranquillity and hugs from both front and behind from two lovely ladies. Sitting back up turned to Belni, ushering a response of "Thank you, you're way too kind," as he gave him a portion of her meal, "though make sure you have enough yourself." He thought for a moment about Sarkat's words, considering how he was usually a member of the crowd hoping for a wardrobe malfunction.<br/><br/>"You know, " he mused, rubbing his chin, "they say that the most likely start of any adventurer is to meet in a tavern and go off to fight rats in someone's basement. You want something adventurey, then I heard something very similar to that. Lobsters. In a basement. Tough enough to pinch the fingers off a dwarf. What do you think? We can prob'ly sell the buggers after to a seafood place. Shouldn't take too long and we'd more than likely have time to do something else after."