<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/iOPneu6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Garrock "Gar" Kneebreaker<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14 (16 w/shield) |<strong>HP:</strong>15 / 15<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>13 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Rage:</strong>2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kieri, Cammy, Nivni<br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Gar grinned at Nivni as she said she didn't want brains on her carpets, his well practiced most impudent grin.  He would try to avoid it, of course.  Savage as he was, he understood that this was a celebration of some kind and it was bad luck and worse manners to start splitting heads at such occasions.  Wars between tribes started that way.  And other ways, to be sure, but that was a sure fire method.  When she spoke of money, he tried not to nod or speak.  Currency was not something he was quite used to yet and he wasn't sure if this would be a suitable amount for what was being suggested or not.  He would have to trust Kieri and Cammy to voice thoughts on that.<br/><br/>He watched the magic quill and her writing with great interest.  The Uthgardt disliked magic as a whole but he had secretly always found it curious.  It was a delight to see in person!  He grimaced as he felt sure she was insulting his clothes.  He was also fairly sure that his objection would be expected but instead he just shrugged, "One must wear what is needed to any rite."  Kieri seemed to object, wanting to wear holy garb but that was her affair.  Personally, Gar doubted her goddess would be so jealous that she would take umbridge at her wearing something else for a night but what did he know of such things?<br/><br/>The barbarian almost asked what haberdashery was but restrained himself.  He didn't want to look a fool.  But if there were any habers, he supposed they could dash or walk around them as needed?  "Cammy, what say you?  I'll go with your choice."