<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Kobold Game Hunter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Yokun<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>12/15<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Looked back, probably more than he needed to if being honest as the sight of the pretty priest lady continued to be an every present distraction for him. His eyes flickering directly over to his new-friend as he asked about bindings, and listening to Selphie's response he would shake his head. "<strong>No other binds-sss, only had rope</strong>." His hunters rope wasn't going to do much for creatures like that, the game he usually hunted wasn't usually quite so fierce. He also wasn't going to be much help in trying to get Yokun out from where he had wedged himself in the tumble, at least in this form and he wasn't about to willing just dive into that pool and change himself.<br/><br/>"<strong>Res-sssst will be dur-unk (drunk), maybe. Kuh-wick (quick) and kuh-why-it (quiet) to get</strong>."<br/><br/>From what he could currently see at least, the inside of the camp was not where near as active as his own tribes had been. Then again, his own tribe hadn't come across a bunch of booze on a successful raid. He would have almost bet that if they had, nearly the entire tribe would have been sprawled out. Still arrow nocked and at the ready, he also had the benefit of his own disguise where if someone had come he might have been able to at least  prevent them from getting to the gate. Whatever else that came next, he would have to wait for Yokun to get unstuck and then they could maybe come up with a new plan to slip further into the camp, grab the booze and get out. He at least hoped they were all completely drunk and not paying attention.