<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2vtQHDS.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Arty" Fellbrook</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311048.msg15089568#msg15089568)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Caravan, On Horseback<br/><strong>HP:</strong>42 / 42<br/><strong>AC:</strong>24<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>19<strong>CMD:</strong>19<br/><strong>Resist:</strong>Electricity 5, Cold 5, Acid 5<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+4<strong>Reflex:</strong>+3<strong>Will:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+10 [Darkvision 60ft]<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2 [Current: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140047)]<br/><strong>Spells Remaining:</strong><em>1st Level:</em>6 / 8<em>2nd Level:</em>5 / 5<br/><br/><hr/><br/>This was not the time for intimacy, or physical contact. Arty was still in "Fight Mode," and after learning that there were demons in the woods? No, he was on edge now. He still had the adrenaline pumping through his system, he still had that haze of battle-lust raging through his system and pounding in his ears, making his sword hand twitch. It had been the same ever since he'd first learned how to properly swing a sword; the power of being able to defend himself, having the strength to forge his own path and refuse to let other people force him to do as he was told, and it was always hard to reign that side of him in when the steel stopped singing and the blood no longer pounded in his ears. He lifted his arm up to block Uxia's attempts at a caress, batting the hand away. He always loved physical contact and intimacy, but something about Uxia always seemed...off, somehow, and whilst he could ignore it most of the time, now was not the time for casual touching. He was thinking, he was serious, and he was trying to work out what to do about the presence of<em>demons</em>in the woods.<br/><br/><strong>"'N y' ain't thinkin' <em>enough.</em> <em>Your</em> way is reckless. W' can scout wit'out these things bein' alive."</strong>he countered. Not aggressively, or even condescendingly. There was just a hint of worry in his voice. He'd dealt with Demons and Fae before, and whilst...yeah, they were technically different things, he didn't have particularly good memories of either, and he knew just how dangerous they could both be. He was not going back into facing those things again without actually having something on him that could hurt them.<strong>"The fact tha' you <em>ain'</em> worried tells me tha' you ain't faced nothin' like a Demon before. Don' let these weaklings fool ya; demons are nasty. Y' all saw jus' how hard they are t' actually hurt, right? I ain't goin' into a lair'a demons without a way t' reliably hurt 'em, and definitely not when they know we're comin'. We let this thing go, and its master'll know that the people who killed its mates are following, and suddenly we don' have the element of surprise no more. And considerin' that we ain't equipped to go Demon hunting - unless y' got a set'a Cold Iron weapons or a wand'a Align Weapon tha' you forgot t' mention stashed b'tween y'r tits - surprise is prob'bly our best weapon, neh? We can track 'em back to the source withou' letting one go, is all I'm sayin'. Lettin' one go t' follow back is an unnecessary risk."</strong>