<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><br/><hr/><br/>Suddenly amidst the mild chaos and murmuring of introductions, a horned creature would suddenly pop up from behind the bar, right next to where Rayena had been standing, casually wiping his mouth, "Oh? Did a batch of newbies arrive?" the effeminate male satyr asked, looking at the crowd of confused faces, "Greetings everyone, welcome to Crossroads" he added to the train of greetings.<br/><br/>As Rayena and Prime finished their spiels, Drip couldn't help but roll his eyes, leaning forward across the counter, "Alright guys, to make up for that fucking horribly vague introduction, allow me to cover the obvious questions" he said, having just gone through this jarring transition himself not long ago, "The Crossroads is a pocket dimension residing between the different planes. How did you get here? I don't know it's magic. How do you leave? Supposedly we can come and go when we please with "intention", but she hasn't actually explained how that works, so basically you're stuck here until someone sends you off. My recommendation if you want to leave is to take a job, wait to get sent back to the material plane, and then bail when you get the opportunity" he explained, "speaking of 'she', this is Prime. No that's probably not her real name, and yes the name does accurately reflect her ego. This is her pocket dimension which makes her the boss. She's super strong so don't try to fight her. She constantly lies, redirects, and is generally unhelpful, so if you have any questions don't bother going to her for it. As she said she brought you to the Crossroads for a reason. That reason is to do her fucking chores. It's annoying but it pays well enough, so have at it" he concluded.<br/><br/>With a small "hup" he hopped up and plopped his furry little ass onto the bar counter, producing a finely crafted lyre from his side, "As for myself, I'm Drip Hazelfluff, bard for hire. Teller of tales and strummer of strings, with a silver tongue and a golden throat" he said with a playful wink as he started to play (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDUSamA25Bg). With each pluck of the strings a tiny note would burst into existence, clearly some kind of illusion, creating a floating sheet of music detailing the song, "I'm an adventurer like you all, but I've been taking it easy for the time being. For all my complaints this place is rather cozy, not to mention it has a...<em>captive audience</em>, quite literally. Song requests are a silver a piece, and if you come back from a job with an interesting story to tell I'll gladly buy it off you, same goes if you happen upon a piece of music I've never heard before. Always in need of new content after all"