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I am very interested. I'd love to build a story in this world together.

I feel like I've missed out on playing evil characters in the past. This looks like it could be really fun. I'll throw my hat in.

Ander didn't know how to communicate with Virra discreetly other than to nod in her direction. He didn't like this store. People taking advantage of the less fortunate were those who Ander despised the most. He remained stone faced as he stood behind Virra, trying to give her some back-up for...

I'll throw my hat in. I'm in a few games, so if others reply, I'm fine if you take them over me.

Ander tears up slightly at the kids' words. He smiles and says, "Well, then, ma new pals, I hope to live up ta the amazin' legacy a' Jewel of the Mountain. Will y'all make yer momma proud with me?" He knew he needed to wrap up the conversation, though he was getting to the point where he wished...

Ander notices that the dealing behind him seems to be wrapping up and he feels a bit sad. He looks to the kids before him as he remembers all he knows about people who can't be healed and he feels more sad. He does his best to keep a happy-ish face for the young ones as he begins to stand. "Your...

Yeah, I don't think I can resist throwing my hat in to this.

"Yer momma sounds like she was a great lady. Do y'all know what happened ta her?" He instantly realised that asking small children how their mother died is not the best move, so he stammered again, "I... uh... lost my folks when I was a bit younger than you lot. I grew up with a bunch a folks...

Ander raised an eyebrow and gave a sad expression. He was heartbroken that these young children had to live with such fear in their lives. "I... well, I don't want nothin'," Ander exclaimed, "I lost a lot of people I cared about a lot, and I'm hopin' to bring as many of them home as I can." He...

I'd love to put my name in, too. I've been thinking of a gnome artificer, but if you don't want that newer class, I have a pretty good centaur cleric in my back pocket. Oh, and I have 0 experience with Stranger Things, but that doesn't matter to me.

Ander let out a louder chuckle than he intended at Bright's courageous statement. "My mistake, young friend. You cert'nly are bright like the sun." He showed the young tabaxi his holy symbol. "I know a bit 'bout the sun, maself." He smiled at the children and listened to Dew's concerns. He...

Ander stepped into the building and saw the scene before him. Those poor young ones. Ander went over to the children and sat on the ground near them. He was not even paying attention to the interrogation behind him as he smiled wide at the kids. "Hello, young friends. I like yer names. Mine is...

Ander isn't paying any attention to the transaction his friends are taking part in. He looks around at the malnourished people and frowns deeply. He is so concerned with trying to come up with a way to help these poor people that he bumps into Virra's back as she is talking with the tabaxi. He...

I would be interested. I have some ideas for a bard or a druid that I'd love to flesh out.

Ander looked to Terminus and nodded. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, "When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom." His accent was barely there, as if he had practiced that phrase exactly that way. "We're here anyway. There ain't no good reason ta keep us from at least...