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Well then stop half fasting and fix what you're doing!

Ahbajea's eyes glitter violently as he slides his axe out of its loop on his back. "Now you're speaking my language Wooty." The axe naturally goes over his head and he yells, "VIOLENCE!

Feasting where Wooty?

Ahbajea whistles tunelessly while he armors up, ending the song of his own creation as he settles his axe into its sling over his shoulder. ...aaaannnd spiiiideeeers.

Walking away with the party, he grabs the collar as it click off his neck and slides it into his pack.

Ahbajea's whisper coming from anyone else would barely be an inside voice, [b]"Wooty... what about the collar?"[b]

Ahbajea chuckles evilly while looking the goblin up and down, "I dunno Wooty. Stuntie could make good spider bait."

Dragging himself to his feet despite Wooty's misguided attempts at helping, Ahbajea wrapped his hand around the haft of his pickaxe and pushed himself up. Whatever stuntie.

Deep breaths. Don't hit the stuntie. Don't hit the stuntie.

I think he's got two plans. Big," stabbing a thick finger into his own chest, and punchy. poking Cronk in the shoulder.

"We're good at talking."Ahbajea chuckles loudly and lightly slaps the goblin on the back, causing him to stumble a step."That's why you keep us around."

omg.. gonna drop que

YOU use bold for speaking

I was thinking more about physical size than height David. Sheets don't list height/weight, but I envision tieflings as being smaller than your average human, in build if not in height.

A loud exaggerated sigh escapes Ahbajea, "Something like that Cronk."

Walking behind Woota, Ahbajea had been listening closely to the conversation Wooty had with the small Cat-creature. A small conspiratorial smile creeps onto his face and his elbow catches Cronk in the side, "I think we get to have fun today Cronk."

I'm Mr. T.

Love it.

Noobs. Finally done. No more hazing.