<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/Broot_2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Broot (https://ddb.ac/characters/37331149/1KTa2y)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>65/65<strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><strong>Rage:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Stone's endurance:</strong>1/1<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Broot made her way through the passageway with the tankard of ale she had obtained from the ship's galley. The Goliath was strictly speaking not entitled to alcohol out of mess times, but the looming bulk of a growling mercenary had been a presence the human steward was reluctant to argue with. The barbarian was as usual naked barring a belt, shoulder harness and boots with one hand clutching her ale and the other steadying her great maul over her shoulder. As she ascended the stairs to the deck Broot noticed the clouds above had formed into words.<strong> "It's too hot?" </strong>the Goliath muttered in puzzlement as she stared upwards and failed to see the Elven figure stretched out on the deck near the top of the stairs. One of her fur boot clad feet caught the body of Felwyn as Broot emerged on deck and the Goliath stumbled, spilling her ale over the nude Elf beneath her.<br/><br/>Broot steadied herself and stared downwards in annoyance at Felwyn and then to her now empty tankard. She scowled at her loss of ale.<strong> "You, Felcher! You owe me an ale. Stupid Dwelf lying under peoples feet, tripping folk up."</strong>Broot thrust the empty tankard downwards towards Felwyn.<strong> "Go get me more ale or I'll slap those tiny titties right off your chest." </strong><br/>