<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Buyo.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Buyo Stonecreek<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Female Hafling Aquakineticist </em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>9<br/><hr/><br/>Asgregith's challenging glare at Buyo's inability to hold her drink is completely ignored as the sodden shortstack is still swaying even though she's folded over a stool instead of on her unsteady feet. Slumped as she was she'd almost been lulled back to sleep as the chatter washed over her only for something to give her rear a good swatting. A squeal tearing from her even as she rolls off the stool trying to pull away from whatever had smacked her ass. Rubbing at her head she manages to get atop the stool once more just in time for Kazael's speech about a boat available. The conversation that bounces about afterwords has her head bouncing as she attempts to focus on each speaker.<br/><br/>Kira's comment has her huffing before sticking her tongue out at the cook. "No' sea watah ya ovahgrown weeds. Pure an' cold like ya won't find in even ah spring it is." Slumping back on the stool she gives a jerky not before resting her head on the tabletop. "Gonna need big scrubbin' enimas for poopship."<br/><br/>She drifts off again as the conversation bounces about before she perks up at the divying of tasks. "Swim sounds good. Isa check for extra anchors an' see how they smoosh the port to keep stuff in." She focuses briefly, a stern look straightening her face before she bounces on the stool and her wide grin spreads her lips. "Pirates we be. So way to get it is obvious."<br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>A vote to steal the ship.<br/><br/>