<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JoiYKiK.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">SARRYN</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1059869)<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">(Sam Kronenberg)</span></span></strong><br/>Male Half-Elf Warlock 1<br/><em>darkvision 60 ft.; advantage vs. charm; immune to magical sleep</em><br/><strong>AC</strong>14;<strong>Hp:</strong>9/9 (dark one's blessing)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcasting</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Save DC</strong> 13; <strong>Spell Attack</strong> +5<br/><strong>Spell Slots:</strong> 1/1<br/>1st (2/4) - <em>armour of agathys, burning hands, command, hex</em><br/>Cantrips - <em>chill touch, eldritch blast</em></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing/Carrying (0 lbs.)</div><div class="spoiler_body">n/a</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone in the vicinity of Walo<hr/><br/>Making his way towards where everyone was, Sam gave a grunt of surprise to notice the sudden movement of the grass, the sort of movement grass shouldn't normally make.  And he wasn't  to stand around to see what would happen if they touched him, especially not when the fellow ahead of him was shouting warnings in his direction.  Keeping on the move, it was the lightest he had ever been on his feet since... well since he was a child.  He had put on a few pounds since then despite his sincerest efforts to keep it down, except now he had lost it, and with interest no less.  The lightness of his body almost made him feel giddy, but with people potentially watching, he put a damper on his desire to try and skip.<br/><br/>"Christ," he muttered under his breath when he had cleared the area, as the realisation that he had just passed through something potentially dangerous, and shivering at the though of what could happen if someone tripped and fell and got swarmed.<br/><br/>Covering his privates with both hands and trying to be nonchalant about it, he came up only to halt suddenly as one of the people there decided to toss some small fiery, explosive at the rock.  First the grass and now somebody was doing something that was potentially dangerous and, seemingly, having a blast whilst doing it.  Sam did his best not to wrinkle his nose in distaste, as he likened to the sort of behavior a bunch of thrill-seeking bikers got from skidding their bikes around in circles and burning rubber, whilst howling like wolves.  Giving a sigh, he decided not to judge the man, given as he would probably be pretty excited as well if he was tossing fire from his fingers.<br/><br/>"Look, I'm sorry to-" Sam broke off mid-sentence to clear his throat several times, even grabbing at it, though to no avail, as he got to grips with his new voice that was a fair bit softer than the baritone he once had.  Sighing and shaking his head, he continued.<br/><br/>"Hey.  It seems I'm late for whatever... party this is.  Can anybody tell me what the f-" he noted the presence of the young boy "-what's going on, and, more importantly, where we are?  I don't remember signing up for full body exchange or unauthorised vacations."