<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HIy8csg.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Silvy Volkar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2448010)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Dhampir Witch</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>32<strong>AC:</strong>16<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 0 - prestidigitation, mending, stabilize, light<br/>lv. 1 - 2/5  mage armor, enlarge person, reduce person, inflict light wounds, ill omen<br/>lv. 2 - 6/6  vomit swarm, alter self, inflict moderate wounds, steal breath</div></div><br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Ward hex on Sophia (+2 AC, +2 on saving throws, lasts until target gets hit or fails saving throw)<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>helping with boat, hugs<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Silvy chuckled and shook her head at the orc's response, "I see, so even an orc blushes red..." she teased, giving one of his reddened cheeks a soft peck before releasing her coil around him and dropping back to the ground. Turning her focus back to the task at hand, Silvy would make her way back towards the boat. However as she did so the witch would unfasten the belt around her midrift, causing it and the furred pelt that acted as a skirt to fall to the sand, exposing her fat bottom ('covered' by only the thinnest floss of a thong) and breeder's hips to the orc as she walked, which seemed to sway with a bit more exaggeration than usual. The socially awkward dhampir was usually not so bluntly flirtatious, which was a testament to how sincere her arousal must have been. It seemed that Grim's herculean displays combined with the adrenaline of their near-death experiences and waves of relief from finally reaching their destination had thrown the witch into a bitch-like heat.<br/><br/>Fortunately for the mission, Silvy possessed enough sense to put it to the side, at least until night fall. She joined back with the other crew and added her meager strength into dragging the boat ashore, not stopping until they were fairly certain their vessel was past the reach of high tide. With a panting sigh Silvy would make her way around the crew, giving each a warm, wordless embrace. Save for Sresk of course, no sense in surviving all this peril just to get her neck ripped out by a grudge holding gator. She would briefly lock eyes with Telamon, and in place of an embrace or even a smile she just gave a knowing nod, acknowledging his help and keeping his word so far.<br/>