<div class="floatleft">(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>3/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>play Song of Rest<br/><hr/><br/>Drip cracked a smirk at the snowy haired half-elf "Yes indeed, I suppose most things are better than slaying rats. They say a low bar makes for high contentment"  he mused, letting out a relenting sigh. This Prime woman, a truly humble title she gave herself, didn't seem like she was going to budge on the kidnapping thing, and since everyone else seemed more or less on board with taking a stranger's instructions he decided he may as well go along for the ride. If nothing else the motley crew seemed varied enough that he could get some interesting stories out of them.<br/><br/>His smiled widened further when the fiery red head, er...the<em>female</em>one, er...the female one with her full face intact, approached with instrument in hand, "Ah, a fellow acoustic artisan" he cooed, bobbing his head along to the sway of her song, "Delightful! Such elegance and enthralling beauty..." he complimented once she finished, "...and the song wasn't too bad either..." he added with a playful wink, "I'd be honored to play with someone with such skilled fingers and lips, and such big mounds of...talent"<br/><br/>With that said Drip would finally help himself to some of the food, seeing that no one had exploded quite yet, and had to turn away to avoid showing how the deliciousness nearly brought him to tears, not wanting to give Prime the satisfaction just yet. Plopping down on one of the liquidy beds, Drip began casually disrobing himself, stripping off his admittedly already scant garments. He was the type the couldn't feel comfortable sleeping with clothes on, and since most of his bits were obscured by his downy fur anyways it shouldn't matter too much. Reclining back Drip would grab his lyre again and start casually playing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEB-Y5odsFg). The tune was simple yet relaxing...very relaxing. In fact those who listened closely would feel a warm, cozy feeling of restfulness start to settle over them, and those who were magically inclined would know that his music was being laced with bardic magic. As he played, a troupe of ghostly dancers began to prance and twirl about the cave. Each one would make their way over to the various members of the group and offer them a hand, wordlessly inviting them to dance. If accepted they would lead them into a slow, almost sensual waltz, though they would immediately move on and continue dancing alone should they be rebuffed.