<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/cf/df/39cfdf37f5311156efc29c339e815e8e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Perth Amberfield (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1483605)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/9<strong>AC:</strong>currently 14 (no armor / shield)<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+2<strong>Will:</strong>+2<strong>Ref:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Limited Resources:</strong>Bardic Performance: 7/7 | 1<sup>st</sup>level Spells: 2/2<br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Perth had never considered the impact that the "Night of Pink" might have had on his application; neither the sudden dearth of more qualified people, nor the hungry look the lady conducting the test had had the whole time... The physical examination sure had been something, but he was sure that was<em>normal</em>, right? At any rate, here he was, on the voyage, and honestly loving it. Being a halfling he barely noticed the cramped conditions, and somehow, seasickness never seemed to take him. When he could, he would be up in the rigging, watching the sea swells rise and fall, wanting to be the first to sight land<br/><br/>When he wasn't underfoot, he was showing Tinala some magic tricks he'd picked up; his repertoire wasn't exactly broad, but you could do some fun things with<em>Dancing Lights</em>and<em>Ghost Sound</em>... like convince the ship's cook that the chowder was possessed. Other times he was trying to not gawk at Muineth's flagrant indifference to clothing. As the trip wore on, and the elf's breasts lost their surprise value though, he had taken to a more traditional activity; music!<br/><br/>He sat now, atop a stout little crate, somewhere away from the lines and traffic of the crew. A mandolin rested in his lap, and he was showing - or at least<em>trying</em>to show - Perrell proper fretting techniques; The ginger was barely paying any attention, wrapped up in her own thing, so after a while, Perth just played some tunes for the sake of it.<br/><br/>He could not help the smile that crossed his face when Magnhild drenched herself. He also didn't bother hiding the look of admiration he gave the woman, before chuckling.<strong>"Well, there's always mermaid pirates, you know."</strong>His brows rise and he strums dramatically.<strong>"Luring even the canniest of sailors beneath the waves with promises of kisses and caviar. before you know they have you, they've got you."</strong>He plinked a few strings thoughtfully.<strong>"No damn clue what a mermaid would do with a boat, though..."</strong><br/><br/>He rolled to his feet with the next list of the ship's deck.<strong>"Me, I'm wanting to get ashore and get my mouth on something that hasn't been soaking in salt for a month and a half. No offense to present company,"</strong>he added with a teasing wink at Magnhild.