<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hxiBxkY.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Del Dewdrop (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2459377)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Gathlain Kineticist </em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52/52<strong>Burn:</strong>0/7<br/><strong>AC:</strong>21<strong>DR:</strong>1/cold iron<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+5<hr/><br/>A familiar, if not alarmed, squawking hits Kaz's ears amongst the rabble of the crew assembling. The sound was followed soon after by Del gliding down the stairs from the second floor, a pissed look on her face, "Oi! Kaz! You tell that fucking bird if he waves that cloaca at me one more time I'm gonna shoot him full of enough coins for you to buy a whole new parrot!" she shouted, the captain knowing full well that it was no empty threat. Coinage had always proved to be a favorite ammunition for Del. Whether it was for it's solidness and ease of carrying around, or just because she found the irony amusing was unclear. Fortunately for all present, the only thing she was using her coin for currently was to buy a drink, "Mead. Hot..." she said simply, the bartender giving a hurried nod, clearly intimidated by the foot-tall fairy, and fixing her a wide goblet full of frothy, honey-sweet booze.<br/><br/>With a mere flick of her finger Del levitated the drink off of the bar top, bringing it with her to the meeting table. Setting down the warmed mead, Del would hover over the wide-rimmed goblet and slowly lower herself directly into it, as though slipping into a hot spring. She let out a deep sigh as she did, finally allowing herself to relax for the first time today, unlike the others who all seemed to be well into their libations. With her arms propped up on the rim of the goblet and her slender legs hanging out the other side, Del would weave a thimble sized container of aether to drink from, taking several deep gulps before pulling back with a satisfied gasp, "Hey, feel free to point that knife anywhere else you want, but leave his tiny prick alone, some of us still have use for it" she admonished the amazonian half-orc, "and you, sit up and pay attention" she said to Buyo, grabbing a rag from the bar with her telekinesis and using it to give her huge ass a good swat, the halfling's dangling position making it a very easy target.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Nothing.<br/>