Grinning as he sees the little furry scout collapse, Thygor whispers -<span style="color: #40BF80">"Ex<span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>cellent job, Cyria," </span>using again that message spell. Well, he will have to wait another while for some brawl...<br/>With long and slow steps, the reptilian creature reaches quickly the small ... fennec?  Well, it looks quite like a fennec. Minute and somewhat feminine, the creature looks so delectably helpless in his slumber ... Without hesitation, Thygor unravels his silk rope; he places his left paw over the fennec's chest - lightly, without weighing on him: just to be ready to stop him in case he should awaken unexpectedly. He picks up the crossbow - so ridiculously diminutive in his immense hands, examining the special dart.<span style="color: #40BF80">"A whi<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>stling tip,"</span>he murmurs again through the spell,<span style="color: #40BF80">"Well, at leas<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>t we know for sure that he hasn't any <span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>supernatural mean of communication with his comrades<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>. This<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> is good,</span>" he concludes, placing the crossbow far beyond the scout's armreach. Then, he starts to -first of all- gag his helpless victim with the rope, being as careful as he can to not awake him ... well, even if he did woke up, he wouldn't be able to scream, and getting away from Thygor's grip wouldn't be easy too. That done, he proceeds to tie him. Just for good measure, he also wraps his sticky tongue around the fennec's muzzle - seizing the occasion to give it a good taste, too.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">[The Sticky tongue prevents the target from gettig more than 10 ft away <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/> Tying him should not awake him I suppose?]</span>