*label lookoferi

The elf woman appears to have enjoyed the skirmish with the bandits. Her bicep swells noticeably in the arm that keeps the sword in place flat on her shoulder. A sheen of sweat covers her grey-blue skin and her chest heaves with her deep breaths, causing the loose chainmail draping her shoulders to jingle like muted windchimes. She grins at you as you gaze at her and her wickedly sharp smile has an undeniable edge of allure.

She is completely unharmed.

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*label lookart

Slabbed with muscle, even evident under his battle-worn leather armor, Art stands at over four feet high - which is on the tall side for a dwarf. His bushy red beard obscures most of his ruggedly handsome face but his bright eyes shine out at you like twin moons at midnight. Art's thick-lipped grin shows off big pearly teeth.

He doesn't have a scratch on him.

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*label lookfinnur

Finnur, the catboy, wears only a leather loincloth. He smiles shyly at you and then looks away. His sleek form is sculpted in lean muscle and the downy short beige fur covering his body is dappled in light brown spots. His face, hands, and feet are free from fur but you did notice sharp canines when he smiled. He also has a long tail and twitching cat ears poking out of the furry mop of blondish hair on his head.

He is purrfectly heathly.

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*label looktekoa

Tekoa is thick with a healthy layer of softness over sturdy muscle. A charcoal-colored cotton bodysuit hugs her curvy form and strains to contain her ample bosom and backside. Over her bodysuit she wears a leather harness replete with daggers, throwing blades, stoppered vials, and other gadgets and devices. She has a crooked smile, to go along with her slightly crooked nose, but her imperfections fail to mar the charm and warmth she exudes.

She has no injuries at all.

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