<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/efsHSqo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gruemug Balsam (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884628#msg15884628)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Satyr Soothsayer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Warbling Cypress Tree- Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The ensemble of birds caroling with Gruemug suddenly halted their chirping as the pugilist hailed. The satyr looked at an azure-horned robin nested on a forked branch to his shoulder, the little thing kept its eyes on the stranger. If only avian creatures had more expressive facial features, Gruemug would surmise the disgust in the robin's eyes. Although disgust wasn't the first impression, the satyr didn't need omens to tell him that this man spent more time suckling on his mother's tit than he did sober. He was still an adventurer so the soothsayer had use for him.<br/><br/>The satyr jumped down from the branch he rested on and trampled on the grass a few steps away from the unknown man. As he got closer, the satyr could smell the stench of sweat, spirits and corrosive stomach bile coming from the adventurer. Gruemug needed to hasten the briefing.<br/><br/><em>"The forest bless you, adventurer. My name is Gruemug, the satyr of the Warbling Cypress."</em>The grey-skinned satyr subtly took a few hooves with the futile attempt of avoiding the human's invasive smell.<em>"I require three specimens from a specific species of hopping critters near the farm: a buck with white fur, a doe with black fur patched with white and a grey-fur coney. Please do not capture the wrong gender. Also, I need them alive and uninjured. It is important you bring them to me physically unharmed. Do this and you will be rewarded."</em><br/><br/><em>"These vermin are from the species</em>'Passio Bestia'<em> or</em>'beasts of passion'.<em>They are the scourge of cabbages and they reproduce faster than a human fletcher could fill a quiver. They live in great numbers-large families up to a fiddy reside underground. Their burrowing den is easy to spot for it resembles two mounds like a strumpet's fuckhole with a grass patch left untrimmed. "</em><br/><br/>He handed the stranger a wooden whistle.<em>"Please use this whistle if need be. It mimics a high-pitched shrill that humans cannot hear. It repulses creatures like the </em>Passio Bestia.<em>Please do not blow on this here for my ears will bleed from the screech and you will bleed from my horns"</em><br/><br/><em>"Off you go, kind stranger"</em>Gruemug waved to him.<em>"Search for their dens westward from here near the aphrodisiac bushels of rockhard berries. Look for tracks and tufts of rabbit fur." </em>