Tipene opens himself to the power of Ocean. He whirls his great war club around and smashes it to the floor with a mighty thud, going well wide of the snake that had gone after Lysindra.
Concealment chance, 1=miss: 1d5 ⇒ 3
"Two beers." He glances down at Quillin. "Dark all right for you?"
Tipene is a tall, muscular man with dark hair pulled back in a topknot, slightly darker than tanned skin, and facial tattoos. He nods at the woman. "Parrot's not going to sh1t on anyone he doesn't like. Yours the same?"