<br/><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/>"I mean if you want to be a slave go ahead, but I won't be wearing any collars or shackles...not without a little foreplay first at least" the satyr quipped at Korha, shivering a bit as he recalled the last time he had worn a collar, and not the bad kind of shiver. Drip stared at the newcomer for a moment, trying to dig his way through the mountain of extra Z's to get to what she was talking about, "No, I was not "given" room and board, I was kidnapped. That's not the same thing. Also this is a cave that has neither rooms nor boards, so you're wrong on multiple levels. " he countered, taking the piece of silver and pocketing, "and I don't owe you anything, but thanks for the donation" he said. The girl seemed to not understand the vital part about bartering was the whole 'both parties agreeing' thing, randomly throwing money at people accomplished nothing besides making yourself poorer.<br/><br/>Slender brows furrowed at Prime's speech, an annoyed expression that only deepened the further she went on about rewarding them with good vibes and self esteem, thoroughly unamused. He did perk back up a bit when she admitted to having a treasure vault. He could get on board with this tavern nonsense so long as the rewards were tangible. Sure he didn't like Prime at all, and her comment about him being "delicious" did not escape him, but hey, most people hated their bosses right? "So long as I'm getting paid I'll play along. Though I swear to every pantheon if this treasure you speak of is "the friends we made along the way" I will gore you" he said as he finished braiding his hair, finally taking his seat at the breakfast table and digging in, ignoring both the tea and coffee since he had the tastebuds of a child who couldn't handle anything remotely bitter, which also explained why he piled on the pancakes so high. After breakfast had finished he whipped out his viol and began playing a tune (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXNfts4tdTw) to pass the time, the same melody that Dafina had played for him the other night, apparently capable of reciting it from memory just from hearing it the one time.