<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><br/><hr/><br/>Drip smirked at the masked woman's cheering, shooting her a wink as he started his song. For all his blathering and sarcasm, the satyr was surprisingly tranquil when he played, losing himself to his craft. He was so engaged with the music that he didn't even flinch or stop playing when the explosion went off and Falgrim came flying in, singed and smoking, "careful" he mused, breaking from singing though still plucking the strings. The casual way he said it made it seem as though this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and he had in fact grown used to the sometimes explosive results of Falgrim's tinkering, "just make sure not to blow your dick off Grim, that's my job" he called back as he shambled back into his workshop, giving a not-so-subtle hint at the kind of relationship they had.<br/><br/>His attention was taken away from the smoldering dwarf when he was approached by the mysterious hooded woman, "why thank you" he cooed, strumming off a small flourish of notes, "It is truly high praise to have my music called beautiful by such a beautiful creature" he added, which might seem a bit hollow considering he could only see the lower half of her face, but he had a sense for such things. Plus blue was one of his favorite colors, so she already had that going for her, "Is there anything you'd like to request? Consider the first one my treat"