<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>20 (T 14, FF 17)<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+2<strong>Will:</strong>+2<strong>Ref:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Limited Resources:</strong>Bardic Performance: 6/7 | 1<sup>st</sup>level Spells: 2/2<br/><strong>Am I okay losing to this foe:</strong>Why not!<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"They're Grindylow, sort of like goblins of the sea,"</strong>he answered Munieth, still strumming to his song. His lips purse a little bit as the female of them fondles herself. Not what he was expecting, but... hey how<em>you</em>doin?<strong>"These two probably aren't alone. Oh, and don't let them kill you; if you know any squiddy friends, now's a good time for..."</strong>he never got to finish as Slithertits screamed and took a swing. Perth yelped and tried to duck, speaking Goblish again<em><strong>"I thought we were friends, Cutie-bumps!"</strong></em>