<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GNccZhV.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>Tagging:</strong>group<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Y'mir smiled at her comment about not working with mithras again. This didn't bother him too much, after all if this expedition went well he wouldn't have to work again anyways, "Whelp, you don't have to tell me twice" he cooed when she told them to rest up for the night. You'd think with all the naps he had taken throughout the day he'd be wide awake, but a long jaw-stretching yawn suggested otherwise. After some languid stretches he would kip up to his feet and head over to the crew quarters, wide hips swaying with each step as he glanced over his shoulder back at Bem and Jacob. He didn't say anything, but there was a clear invitation in his eyes.