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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3402301" data-attributes="member: 11146">Renard reluctantly gets up from the taproom table and even more reluctantly releases Tabs.  When the lovely young thing grabs his bow and plucks it as a lute, Renard makes no move to stop her; to the contrary, the fox starts to reach for an arrow from his quiver, saying, "Here, use this pointy stick to--"  When Carl morphs into a foxsuit, Ren voicibly objects, "HEY!  That's my schtick!  You're the apple-cheeked and barefoot tribute to Tolkien, Thym's the vacant-eyed mystic, Guy du Maupasant here's the swashbuckling charmer, and Samuel's...just what the devil stereotype are you, Sammy?"  Renard shakes his head, distracted.  "No matter!  As I was saying, Carl, you can't steal my identity like that!  Nor my woman!"  The fox sheepishly collects his bow from Tabs, then darts out somewhat belatedly to tail after the others.When the Happy Birthdays cross paths with the "pixie," Renard says somewhat dubiously, "You don't look like an ooze."  The fox pokes the small cigar-smoking creature.  "And you don't feel like an ooze.  Do you smell like an ooze?"  Ren leans in for a whiff then jerks his furred snout away, a bit of his muzzle singed.  "Nope.  Don't smell like one either.  The only question that remains is whether you taste like an ooze."   Renard smiles a diabolical toothy grin and leans in to bite the pixie, then frowns, disappointed.  "Oh, wait.  I don't have a bite attack.  No matter!"  Ren dances backward, away from the brimstone-smelling creature, and fits an arrow to his bowstring.  Drawing a bead on the pixie, Renard waits for the others to query the creature or act.</blockquote>

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