<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 - 1/2<strong>BI:</strong>2/3<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Drip smiled as Mae followed along, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, "You don't mind one more, do you?" he asked Falgrim. Though considering what he had planned he didn't think the dwarf would mind one bit. Drip gave the dwarf another quick peck on the lips before dropping down onto his knees in front of him, inviting Mae to join him with a gentle tug on her hand. No longer restricted by his armor, Drip began rubbing his hand across the dwarf's crotch, tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. It was clear he liked what he found, as the satyr quickly got to work unfastening his belt, eager to free his rock smasher. All the while he held Mae's hand, wordlessly urging her to help strip off Falgrim's pants.