Alandri Malfore

AC: 15 | HP: 12/12 | Hero Points: 1

Fortitude: +3 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +5

Movement: 30ft |  Class DC: 17 | Perception: +3

Skills: Acrobatics: +5*, Arcana: +6*, Athletics: +0, Crafting: +3, Deception: +7*, Diplomacy: +7*, Intimidation: +7*, Lore: Nantambe: +6, Medicine: +0, Nature: +3, Occultism: +3, Performance: +4, Religion: +0, Society: +3, Stealth: +2, Survival: +0, Thievery: +2

Active Effects: None | Conditions: None

Alandri steps into the bedroom and thinks to himself "these really aren't that big". He spots the couch and plops himself down on the seat that is closest to the bed and starts listening intently. Looking over he sees Noxolo's dance outfits and starts to critique them just by instinct. He starts to focus in on…

"AAAAAAAHHHHH! WHAT IS THAT!?" Alandri seeing the creature jumps up onto the couch and little flames ignite in his hands. "Why is it coming up to me?! Eeep!"

Holding a defensive stance with his back foot stepping on the back of the couch, he uses his front hand to shoo away the encroaching creature. "Shoo, shoo, shoo."

Only after the creature starts to interact with other students, Alandri settles back down into his seat eyeing the creature to make sure it does not revert to some violet primal nature. Alandri is very aware of how tasty he might be. Especially dressed like this.