<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Xazgir_Hedon.jpeg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">●○</span></div></div><strong>Xazgir Hedon</strong>(https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Namey/characters/21431248)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvils<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>He'd been mostly ignoring the angel up to this point, and their summoner's kissing spree slightly less so. Kisses were such a strange act, conveying far too much in the way of open affection and softness for his tastes. Best to avoid them and the awkwardness they would surely bring.<br/><br/>But the ignoring ended when the angel opened their mouth. Xaz's attention snapped right to them then, his expression an odd mix of amusement and lack of surprise.<br/><br/>"Oh<em>angels</em>," he would say, tone brimming with dramatic energy as Lucifel began to take flight, "always showing their pricks then fluttering off like flying chickens, thinking it won't catch up to them. It's not their fault. They're radiant, but not too bright." His voice absolutely oozed with condescending pity; so much so that it wouldn't be strange for a layman to think he actually saw them as beings worthy of empathy.<br/><br/>Still, as he watched the angel flutter off, form bare for all to see, he did quite enjoy the view. That much was shamelessly clear.