<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>22<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>17<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>+10<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sudden presence of a hand on his leg surprised him, and his eyes immediately darted down towards where Rishi's hand was patting at his thigh. It wasn't a lustful grope or a lascivious scratch. It was more...companionable than that. It was intimate in a way that lust-fuelled gropes weren't, more sympathetic and understanding than demanding. He paused for a moment as he wondered at the feeling of warmth that bloomed outwards from that point of contact. He'd never really had friends, so this kind of contact was alien to him. He knew about it, of course, and people had occasionally made similar gestures in the past when they thought him to be upset, but now with the rapid departure of Ian and the remnants of Arty's attempts at bantering with the group shattered around him to leave him wondering if he said something wrong or maybe took the joke too far...he found that the warmth reassured him. It calmed the pain that he'd shoved into that little box just enough for him to slam it the rest of the way closed, and he gave Rishi a quiet, grateful smile in return. To think that they'd originally met as enemies on the battlefield, and here she was, showing him some degree of solidarity.<br/><br/>His hand shifted to rest over the top of hers for a moment, a slight incline of his head the only indication of his acknowledgement before he lifted his hand away, her fingers fell away and the moment was broken. He shook his head, his braid sashaying back and forth.<strong>"Oh, Ri,"</strong>he said, rolling his eyes playfully.<strong>"Stop it. You know you're gorgeous."</strong>He grinned at her.<strong>"You're strong, you're capable, you're beautiful and you could probably snap me in half without thinking too much about it. And that's hot."</strong>He glanced at her, a smirk playing at his lips.<strong>"And you walk around half naked. Y'd be surprised how many things a man will forgive for that, y'know."</strong>He glanced around at the thugs around them with a lifted eyebrow. He knew self deprecation well, but Ri...he wasn't having it for her.<br/><br/>She was amazing, much more friendly and capable than most other people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, and he wasn't gonna let her put herself down like that.<strong>"I mean. I <em>am</em> absolutely fabulous. But you're a close second! Personally, I just wanna run my tongue all over those delicious abs of yours. How <em>do</em> you get them so firm and chiselled?"</strong>He poked at his own stomach through the armour.<strong>"I work out <em>all</em> the darn time, and all I ever get is softer!"</strong>He pouted, as if that was a complaint, but honestly...nah, he liked being soft and squishy. It made him better for cuddles, after all, and after discovering them in the overworld, they had quickly become one of his favourite pastimes...it was unfortunate that so many men seemed completely disinterest in snuggling after they'd finished with him, casting him aside like nothing but a<em>no no no little locked boxes.</em>He focused himself back on the subject at hand; her abs. And they<em>were</em>amazing, it had to be said. You could break bricks on those things! Hell, maybe that was the secret! Maybe he'd build up to bricks, though. That sounded painful.