"Cooked?" Nako asks, before lowering his head to sniff at his fur. "So that's why I smell like herbs. Lucky it didn't come down to whom gets to die the least painfully," he flashes a toothy grin, before slipping back into the tent to acquire his equipment, stepping back out a few moments later looking only slightly more equipped - a bandolier and a few small pouches and bags buckled down over his light, loose-fitting clothing. "Much better, they didn't even rifle through my pockets or anything, s'all where I left it. They're not too good at the whole looting business, I think.."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Xarces wrote:</cite>"Now then, I am sure everyone can take care of introducing themselves, but I am curious to hear more about your own set of skills.....err..mr gnoll?..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Nako," the gnoll replies, rolling his shoulders as he works the kinks out after being bound and prone for an extended period. "My skills? Well, I'm not the one to look to for arcane or divine knowledge or magic, nor whom you want to pick a lock or disarm a trap, or to negotiate some sort of deal. But," he grins slowly. "If you need someone punched, or someone to take a punch, I got that covered."