<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2VOqsHE.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Y'mir Vozi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2717746)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Dance Rounds:</strong>7/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh I can fill myself with plenty of things besides myself" he teased back with a wink, smirking as he saw the impressive light show erupt from his staff, "You know, I was going to make a joke about finally getting to shoot something white and hot from your staff at someone, but I feel it's beneath m-ooh!" he said, distracted by the sudden lurch of the wolf, the mithra twisting away from it's jaws by pure reflex. Now the young man knew he was quite desirable, but this was getting ridiculous! Fortunately before he had to muster the energy to retaliate Jacob came in and bonked the boney doggo into non-existence. Bending over to inspect the pile, Y'mir gave an impressed whistle, "Wow, good shot Muscles, I'd hate to be the one getting hammered by you..." he said, before turning to give him a wink to let him know the innuendo hadn't been accidental.<br/><br/>"so gang, which direction we heading?" he asked, looking between the two doors, "My stomach's telling me that metal door's probably locked, so why don't we kick in the wooden one real quick and see if there's anything there?" he suggested, pointing to the southern door.