Tluian looks at the half-orc, and with a rip, one of the ruffles on his dress is torn away and tossed at her. "You have a little, ah..." he gestures around his chest area. "Might want to get it before you start sprouting goblinlings - they're like bloated mushrooms, you know?" [<br/><br/>"And... be that as it may, and probably isn't, because..." he pauses, looking from the cummy orc, to the others. Yes Tluian,<em>why</em>is it that the companions of these people might not be 'having the time of their lives'? he folds his arms. "<strong>Be that as it may</strong>, I don't want to let a pack of goblins who hung me from a tree have all that much fun. And you, who just had... seven? arrows yanked out of your masterwork +2 tits of Distracting, just now, shouldn't want them to be having a good time, either."<br/><br/><em>Masterful</em>. the elf looks self-satisfied. probably because he's an elf. With a soft 'pop!' there's a little red fox at his feet, holding a read leather-bound book in its teeth. "Oh! Mysserfluphyles! Who's a good boy!<em>oo'zagubboy! Yuzzagubboyyezzyouiz!"</em>he reaches down to ruffle the fox's ears and take his spellbook from the creature... with some amount of tugging. he casually wipes fox-slobber off on his skirts.<br/><br/>"<em>So</em>. I will be... preparing myself. anything you lot would like readied for the battle?"