<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KfvWgQh.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Kaisen (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1851359)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:10/10<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Initiative</strong>: 12<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong>perception: 10 reflex: 10<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"really? not a single bard?" Kaisen groaned, whisking up the recently refilled mug and gulping down another half of it before slumping down and letting his head smack the table with a hearty thump, "This whole day sucks..." he grumbled, feeling very much a victim of fate.<br/><br/>"eh? lab gear? Sorry, didn't see anything like that. Not that'd I'd know what to even look for" the boy murmured, lifting his head up to eye the demonic looking woman curiously. He had encountered quite a few wondrous things on his drunken journey of enlightenment, tieflings ranking high amongst them as one of the strangest. But hey, it's not like he had anything against them, it's not like they were prissy elves or anything, "Heh, I have no idea what that prayer's for, but I like it!" he said, cracking a smile for the first time in hours as he threw up his mug in cheers to her prayer and threw back the rest of his drink, which was partially spit out when Rhea introduced herself, "brewer!? looks like one of those fickle gods is looking after me after all!" the boy beamed, hopping out of his chair and making his way round the table to meet his new best friend face to face, "An 'instant brewer' you say? so how "instant" are we talking?" the boy cooed, completely mishearing the tiefling.<br/><br/>It was then that the rest of the cavalry arrived. The aforementioned prissy elf, he assumed at least. Then came the other two men of their caravan, or the only two men to those who shared Talia's presumptions. They seemed decent enough, both of them had that kind of "generic handsomeness" to them that didn't make either of them stand out. Hell if one of them didn't have a beard he would have had seriously trouble keeping their names separate. Granted, handsome was handsome no matter how plain it seemed, and neither were hard on the eyes by any stroke, and they seemed competent enough from what work they've done together. Then there was the dark dressed on-HOLY FUCK! Had she been sitting there the whole time!? He gave them each a nod of greeting, mentally promising to memorize their names, but...well memorization was never his strong suit, plus he had a bad habit of being easily distra-"wait did you say Fiveboars Brandy?" the monk exclaimed, completely forgetting whatever unimportant thing he had been thinking about as he licked his lips, suddenly twice as thirsty as when he started drinking in the first place.<br/><br/>Unfortunately his plans for a liquid lunch were abruptly cut off by a furious rumble, "Eh!?" he exclaimed, seeing the world around him shake before he started to feel it himself. Seeing Talia start to go down he instinctively reached an arm out to catch her...an arm that was far too short to actually reach her, whoops, "ack!" the boy muttered, suddenly sent stumbling backwards himself, his surprisingly supple bum landing in Rhea's lap as he fell into her chair, having to reach out and grab one of her horns as a handhold to keep from flipping over her onto the floor, "Ughh. Is it just me, or is that mead a whole lot stronger than it tastes?" he mumbled, thinking he was just feeling tipsy.<br/><br/><br/><br/>