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Scikelov finishes his stew and bread "Mmmmm~! Goodness, I could eat this stew my entire life and never get tired of the flavor. Will you need dishes to be done, miss? I assure you, I have the hands for dish-washing." He assures as he twiddles his thin fingers

"Haha~! Excellent! You could feed a whole village with just one bowl, you know? That being said, It's a good thing I have the hunger of two villages." Scikelov chuckles before getting a spoon and digging into the soup

"A share the sentiment. Life is prescious but it's a shame that it gets cut short over another man's pettiness. Some things are worth dying for and others, aren't. Besides, there's so much more you can do alive than you can't do being dead! Like, play a tune for instance." Scikelov begins gently...

"I personally don't see why not." Scikelov looks to the others "What say you,merry-band? Do we go forthand scoure the land for the bandit scum? Or do we hold ourselves up here in this cozy post! Because I would not mind the latter. It is very homely in here! You ma'am have certainly out-down...

Scikelov comes down to ground level to meet wit the rest of the party "Ha-ha! We are succesful! Those pesky bandit stod no chance against our might! This calls for a victory melody!" Scikelov takes his harp and begins to pluck the strings with his fingers, though the way he plays the harp...

Scikelov takes his bow and arrows and tries drawing the arrow with some....Minor difficulty "Come on, you cursed death sticks! Align properly! Those bandit bastards must not triumph!" Scikelov ends up droping his arrow "AAAAH!" Scikilove picsk up back up and draws it again "Okay aaaaanndddd...."...

"A fight? HA! Please! Ill yell you right now, I'd be the first one on the ground in any physical altercation!" Scikelov laughs as he strums his heart "I'd rather my infamous 'silver-tongue' and my abundant well of charm work their magics. I also have a bow with some arrows and a rapier but im...

"Those darn, pesky bandits!" Scikelov slams his fists on the table "Why must they take from the hard working? The perserverant? Do they not know that it's not easy to make coin for alot of us? Time, effort, and dedication goes into what we do! Some of which, unsavory. But the reward is worth the...

A man with short, brown hair and goatee comes into view. He wears brown leather armor around his abdomen and legs, but signs of orange cloth can be seen from the openings in the armor, namly his eloquent sleaves from his unarmored arms. In his hands is a small but well-crafted harp with silver...