_{[ Don't worry. Beowulf completely falls for the fake virgin act. He better be careful! This person might be delicate. Wow, this little fella isn't chicken at all, huh? Of course, Beowulf clenches his thigh as Kabru touches him, immensely proud of his physique. He barks out some laughter. ]}

That's what years of training get ya, babydoll! Can't Savate kick with style if you've got little turkey legs. What's your name?

_{[ His turn. He catches the dice and rattles them in his humongous hands, blowing in the crook of his thumb for good luck. With a toss, he leans forward to read the result. ]}