<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>disengage and run behind Falgrim<br/><hr/><br/>"well technically I'm closer to a goa-ACKH!" Drip was cut off midsentence when Korha rushed at him with fiery rage in her eyes and cold steel in both hands. He threw his hands up in surrender and leaned as far back as the watery bed would allow to try and get away from her blade's tip, "alright alright fear has been thoroughly displayed..." he said, with a nervous chuckle, trying to laugh it all off. As he gazed up at her, he suddenly put on a suave look that seemed roguish yet delicate, disarmingly confident but still submissive and breedable, "...though now that I see it up close I must say this<em> fear</em>looks absolutely stunning..." he cooed with a wink, taking whatever time his compliment might have bought him to roll off the bed and flee over to Falgrim. The Satyr dove behind him and ducked down comically low in order to hide behind the diminutive daddy, to the point of making it look like the dwarf had horns himself, "Please help me! I'll do whatever you want, I'll heal your wounds, I'll write you a song, hells I'll suck your dick just don't let her kill me" he frantically "whispered" to Falgrim, though was again loud enough for everyone to hear.