<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/twmtnhQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Abigail Hardwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306478.msg14926652#msg14926652)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>everyone<br/><strong>HP: </strong>23/26<strong>Armor:</strong>3<strong>XP: </strong>1/8<br/><strong>Action:</strong>gathering up living armor pieces and heading back to ship<br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"sounds like a deal then!" she cooed, unphased by the man's spitefully hard groping, taking his hand in a firm shake...a VERY firm shake actually, showing off her impressive strength and leaving some red on his own skin, a subtle warning not to cross them, "So is everyone alright?" she asked, turning back to her companions. It seemed everyone had managed to escape their various tangles, even if Len was left slightly agape.<br/><br/>"Eh? what's that Hatch? Armor? Oh you mean the moving one? I'll go check..." Abigail cooed, holding the blade of her hatchet to her ear. Leaving the ghost pirates to gather up the treasure, Abigail skipped across the room, tracking down the various pieces of the living armor she had sent flying about, "you're right, this stuff is pretty sturdy...we shouldn't let it go to waste" she cooed, sliding on the gauntlets just to get a feel for how they fit on her, and gathering up the rest into her pack, having to twist and turn her belongings to get it all to fit properly, "there we...go! alright everyone back to the ship!" she exclaimed, hefting up a hefty sack of treasure over her shoulder, doing her part in hauling their hoard.