<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2538176)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 3<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>26/26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>13<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/3 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As Drip moved to speak to Mae he got to work removing the Shirt he wore beneath his armor, and the heavy work apron he usually stored his tools and a few scraps in. Dropping them both at the foot of his armor as the Satyr returned with the white haired wizard in tow, the poor lass looking unsure about what to do. He gave them both a smile as they approached, accepting the kiss from the bard before responding. "Nae, I dinna mind." He said simply.<br/><br/>Left hand moved to drips ears, stroking along the base where they met his scalp as the younger male started to feel out how well the artificer was equipped. Certainly the package felt thick, much like the dwarf himself and springy just under the belt buckle that kept his pants up. As drips fingers moved to work on his belt he used his right hand to push it down over his waist. This in turned revealed his dwarfhood to both Mae and Drip. Thanks to Drips explorations before the member was slowly rising, about half mast at 5 inches...would likely be around 6/7inches when he was fully erect. A thick crop of red bush adorned the base of it, as well kept as his beard actually. Uncut and thick, this close he smelled of a mixture of light sweat, oil and Pine.<br/><br/><hr/>Cuddle puddle continuation thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339488.0)