<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ja1MvcZ.png)</div>Name: Chubizz Muckfoot ; Level: 1<br/>AC: 13 | HP: 8 | Speed: 30ft<br/>Passive Perception: 11 | Passive Investigation: 10 | Passive Insight: 13<br/>Actions:<br/>Rolls:<br/>Status Effects:<br/>Tagging:<br/><hr/><br/>With the bad map taken Chubizz's head tilts as Melissa kneels to get closer to her height, face scrunching up as she contemplates a metal stick having an actual name. "... rapier?"<br/><br/>Her contemplation of Melissa is halted as a massive hand lands on her head to ruffle her hair, eyes widening and a shudder jiggling through her as Kaysha's scent goes straight to her clenching slit. "ahhh... Axe is good... many things!" She almost squeaks her words out as the hand rubs her head, cheeks burning a deep brown as she fidgets and shivers.<br/><br/>She latches onto Melissa's continuing explanation for focus, biting down on her mewls and trying to halt her wiggling. "Is ceremonial then? Like shaman's knife. Only used for da sacrifices?" She manages to straighten herself up to her full three foot height, chest puffed out and a hand lifting to briefly flicker with flames. "C... Can't let them get all hits. Have to burn foes before they get to to close then."<br/><br/><br/>Her dealing with Brandon had her cheeks turning brown once more and a wide smile curling her lips as it got her another petting, long ears twitching every time his fingers ran across them. "G... good. One done. Just the rest left."<br/><br/>The purchase and decision to head to the ruins leaves her following along behind the group, brown slowly fading from her cheeks and a frown twisting her lips as she finally notices the other groups participating in the hunt. "Many foes... Da rules say anythin' about taking from others?"