<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zdj9kJl.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 29/29 <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +11; <strong>Investigation</strong> +10<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Abyssal<br/><em>Frog percentage: 16%</em><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> <br/>+5 Greataxe (1d12 +3 x3)<br/>Or +5  Maul (2d6 +3 x2)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Acantha, primarly<br/><hr/><br/>He remained silent and subtly adjusted his neckerchief, rather than draw attention to Acanthas nervosity. "Flattered. I would not dare assume anything further, of course." He nodded.. he seemed sincere too, as he followed, one arm straightening out his back, the other carrying the large hammer.. just in case. He nodded subtly at her explanation about the Vistani-trick, agreeing that it was too elaborate. Plus he still had his pants on, precluding shameless robbery.<br/><br/>"It doesn't hurt to be prepared, is my point, no offense ment. Plus, I'm actually quite nervous and thinking about business helps calm me down." He informed, looking completely composed about the situation.<br/><br/>He remained thoughtful for a long moment, before explaining: "I share your dislike, Lady Acantha, of the lack of a motive here. If we'd been robbed, that would be easily explained. We are dealing with a more serious matter. My best guess as uneducated man is the miss-placed prank of .. I can not tell.. a gloomy kind of fairy?" He shrugged. He was not good at theorizing.<br/>Still, he decided to be only mildly inconvenienced by the matter. Wherever he had been teleported, surely people needed burying around here too.. it'd not change much about his life.. he could find out how to get back to the Gravenholme funeral home when he wished to return.