<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><br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong>(for combat use)<br/><hr/><hr/>Tucker recognised the Dwarf as the man had him, even if he'd been blind drunk himself which the bunny wasn't it was apparant by the missing fingers and the odd way that a dwarf had imbibed to such excess that even a member of a peoples known for their love of alcohol had gotten himself into such a state. "Oh, no worries, we're more just friends and not really with each other." He had to admit though... she was a good friend to have. "Ladies and gent, this is Horngann Bronzebottom, a member of... it's the plumbers and cellarers guild, isn't it? A man who has the botheration with the lobsters I was telling you about."