<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 - 2/2<strong>BI:</strong>3/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Persuasion: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=157341)+7= 25<br/><hr/><br/>It took a moment for Drip to get his bearings after "falling" from the cave back into what he assumed was the mortal realm once more, "Wah!" he stammered, catching himself and dusting off his cape, "oof, that was jarring...eh?" he muttered, raising a brow at the donkey who's reigns now rested in his clutched hands.<br/><br/>He didn't have much time to ponder this, however, as their attention was torn to the pair of women fleeing some unseen assailants. What ensued next was predictably unpredictable, a chaotic tangle of everyone jumping to take charge of the situation. Korha was unsurprisingly the most...let's say 'enthusiastic' about coming to the womens' aid, while the accent lady was quick to challenge the newly arrived ne'er-do-wells.<br/><br/>The satyr let out a small sigh as he steps forward with hands outstretched placatively "alright alright, calm down, no one's challenging anyone to anything here" he said, putting on an air of calm and coolness as he smiled at the man in charge, "Hello, Alex right? I'm Drip, a pleasure to meet you." he said, casually walking right up to the man and slinging an arm across his shoulders, or his back depending on how much taller the other man was to the 5'2 satyr, "Look Alex, clearly these women just aren't into you. And trust me I know how that feels, rejection is never easy to handle, but the sooner you let it go the better it's gonna be for you in the end" he said, as though a friend trying to give his heartbroken brother some genuine advice, "And I get it, tensions are high, egos are bruised, you're all itching for a little action, but I really don't think this is all worth fighting over. I mean who benefits from it really? Not us, and certainly not you guys either, especially when you take the uh...<em>numbers</em>into account..." he said, glancing over at his group, subtly pointing out how there were 6 of them (8 if you count the two women) and only 4 of the men, "I think it's best if we all just walk away and let bygones be bygones. I mean you're all handsome guys, hells I'm feeling a little smitten just standing next to you (wink). There are plenty of ladies for you out there, why so much fuss over these two right?"