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What am I good at! squeaks Reepacheap as he backflips onto the table, drawing his toothpick as he does so. Why I can duck and weave and spin and then stab! which he promptly demonstrates by dashing across the table and impaling Bolvars flagon over and over in the space of a single heartbeat. Despite being a tiny weapon beer begins to spurt from the many holes he leaves behind.

In a distant corner of the room, obscured by the haze, comes a high pitched shrieking. Come on baby, double sixes, daddy needs some more mithril

The haze clears a little revealing a massive card table. Several powerful fiends stand around it looking nervous while a small mouse dances on the edge shaking a dice thrower. As he hurls the tiny dice onto the table and they bounce across they grow to prodigious size. As they finish tumbling the come up snake eyes. Gods dammit the little mouse snarls with a glance up to the ceiling, lost in the shadows above. He glares at a large balor demon, You wouldnt be trying to cheat me would you Ertu he growls, his hand dropping to the toothpick like rapier at his waist. Ertu decides he has business elsewhere and swiftly disappears.

Flying off the table Reepacheap flies away from the gaming and plops down in a tiny chair that appears as he approaches the groups table. Bah, my luck is terrible here. Where's this damn cat!

Reepacheep has been updated with the new archetype rules.

Let me at em, let me at em, let me at that damn Cat!