<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PAl5eEo.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Drip Hazelfuff (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2536081)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21 -<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 4/4  lv.2 - 1/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Drip let out a sharp gasp into Falgrim's lips as his hand was roughly yanked away from his beard. Despite being admonished, the tiny show of forcefulness only made the satyr swoon that much more, "sorry..." he mewled, trying to pepper in a few more kisses as an apology.<br/><br/>As Falgrim impressively waltzed out of his armor, Drip briefly turned his attention back towards the party, catching sight of Mae. Seeing her pacing about so anxiously briefly reminded him of where they were and what they were doing, unfortunately too many of his switches had been flipped to fully bring him back to seriousness. He was simply too horny to care, his brain and loins desperate for a distraction from his own anxiety about the situation. However at the same time he couldn't ignore one of his companions, one of the ones he liked at least, looking so dismayed and alone, "One moment, I have an idea" Drip cooed, giving Falgrim a wink.<br/><br/>Skipping over to Mae, the half-elf would suddenly feel a pair of hands on her shoulders and a soft set of lips brushing her ear, "relax..." he whispered, turning her around and taking both of her hands in his own, staring deep into her eyes with a look that was both sympathetic and assuring, but also sultry, "why don't we take a moment to...clear our heads a little?" he said with a wink, nodding over to Falgrim, "you said it yourself, we need to stay calm and...<em>stick together</em>..." the lusty satyr cooed, leaning forward to place a tender kiss on her cheek. If she accepted it he would try to lead her by the hand back over to Falgrim, inviting her to join them, more than happy to share the love with someone who needed it.