Shalar Yotul Azari
Beast Barbarian 3
AC: 15 HP: 26/32
PP: 13
Rages: 2/3
Conditions: none

Shalar's head turned to look at the boy who spoke out. She breathed out a heavy gore-tinged exhalation, as if intrigued by the human's temerity.
"Haaaaa? "

She turned, and with steady steps approached Calen. She hefted the goblin higher, drew back a claw and with a pair of rapid slashes -
-hacked away the goblin's belt, so when she tossed it down it was without any equipment but its bare hands. She smiled at him from ear to ear.
"Tthhhenn talkk. Find itzz lairr, zzo you can bloody yourrr hands nezzt time, yezz?"
After dropping the goblin, Shalar turned away. She gave a bone-deep shudder, her joints adjusting with loud clicks of resettling tendons. There were some remarkably unpleasant organic noises as her maw shifted and narrowed to elven jaws. Her antlers slewed off to shatter against the ground, suddenly brittle as glass.

She shook herself like a dog, splashing off most of the gore, and turned back to the others. Once more just a (dashing, if you asked her) elf physically, give or take a set of claws or two, she grinned. She stretched like a cat, red eyes closing, before she opened them again and looked around.

"Not so bad after all, eh? To have a cralcurrok here too!" Shalar said happily. "Sounding like things are quieting down, though. You all in possession of your bodily bits then, yes? Good. To die against goblins would be very embarrassing!"