“He’s not snarling. He’s sneezing!”

As long as hes not into hugs

And seriously, I know I’m making it warm in here but can y’all put your shirts back on? This is getting weird.

It’s tough being a flaming skeleton.

Well ok maybe I wanted to burn everything down but I got better! Trust me!

How about we discuss those heros in the foreground? Conan-core “armor is for wimps” beefcake/cheesecake aesthetic featuring brown hiphugger jeans, and all illustrated by someone who has no clue how to world a real weapon. Also wtf is the woman even posing with (because I am not going to suggest she’s"wielding "it)? Maybe it’s a staff and her ridiculous pose can be attributed to somatic casting, at which point maybe the one in the middle is a bard doing a stripper sword dance with that terrible stance. Left dude still needs to choke up with his right hand if he wants any kind of power on his swing.