"Ah a performer at one of my father's soiree. How did you wind up captured?" He asks. He begins to move toward the cart and helps the people load the wagon."
Everett nods. The look on his face a lot less jovial than usual. "Sorry for skipping the pleasantries, it has been a rough couple days. Your face looks familiar."
I continue to pin cushion the Reaver and then also send a shot Gormok's way (R7). "Got your back!" He says.
Attack: 2#1d20+9 18 16
Damage: 2#1d8+1d6+4 6 16
Collasal slayer: 2#1d8 8 7