<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ub7DaR7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tucker Cobalt (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2722300)<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16 |<strong>HP:</strong>10/10<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>11 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+4<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>L1 2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarkat and Belni<br/><strong>Content:</strong>bnuuy<br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Professional wasn't really a word used to describe Tucker, the bunny boy usually only just barely scraping by doing odd jobs for the tavern, usually just enough to cover his board and three meals. Tuck was usually a night bird, a nocturnal bun who preferred to stay up late tinkering after closing hours fixing whatever patrons had broken during the evening (along with whatever little projects he could get by with) and sleeping past noon. Or five, depending on the raucous of the prior evening and but the sounds of things this would be a doozy. Hoo boy. Kobold claw marks on the table. Still, could be worse, could be that bouncer. Probably a good thing he didn't speak Dwarf.<br/><br/>Eventually he spotted the emerald bosom of Sarkat, joined by the ever pleasant Belni. Making his way over to the table, the scent of the goblin and halfling's food like ambrosia to his nostrils. Plopping himself down along with his black coffee and lightly buttered bread roll his baggy eyes glanced towards each as he gave a smile, dipping the bread into the coffee to soften it a little and add some flavour before  beginning to munch on it.<br/>"I thought all Dwarven music was shouting contests anyway. Or is that just... what's it called, 'music with rocks in'?" he mused, his wandering eyes ones that Sarkat was likely used to by now as he copped more than a glance while eating his breakfast-dinner.