<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/tF6BDmd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rarki (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2592247)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>'Silver Fork' in Detmer,  Druma<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points/Current:</strong>14/14<strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell SLots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(Lvl 1) 3/3</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Rarki snorts before sticking her tongue out at the fox. "We'd tell them 'em. Extra protection on part o' their trip as we head to poke around." Thuran's piping up has her stilling, a faint flush filling her cheeks as she sits back and listens to his words.<br/><br/>"Silver sheen?" Her head tilts and her ears twitch as she ponders the words, a finger touching her lips. "Didn't know they had somethin' like that!" As the others began preparing to leave she hops out of the chair and bows to Thuran, her head just missing the table. "Thank ya for the information! We won't let you down."<br/><br/>Gathering up her pack she scampered off after the others, bouncing around Lucas staring up at him with a wide grin. "The Rock he called you but you've a sword and a shield? Do you use them to wrangle the earth? Stick your blade in the ground and call on Titan?" Her bouncing pauses and her face scrunches up before she gives a small sigh. "He was... bein' all mortaform wasn't 'e? Didn't mean rock as movin' earth but as somethin' hard?"