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Gwydion Black Human Rogue 5

AC: 17 (Studded leather and dual wielding) | HP: 33/33 | Initiative: +5 | Passive Perception: 15 | DM Inspiration: 1/1

"Oh, well done," Gwydion says as Harder makes a flying leap. He claps appreciatively as Baldur and Egg both land with varying success.

He speeds his steps as it's his turn and he approaches the door, sweeping off his hat and attempting a fancy flying flip, trying to outdo Harder. Unfortunately, his heels get caught in his cloak and he only avoids falling on his head by folding nearly double, his toes landing just beyond the line. "Bugger. Only a small beer?" He straightens and grimaces. "I think I pulled something in my back."

"A headquarters might be a good idea..." He smoothes his mustache thoughtfully as he follows the others up to the bar. "We need a place for meetings and so people can find us, at any rate. I do wonder at the difficulty we face in becoming legitimate. That might be worth investigating further, as well."