<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed Quest:</strong> The Stolen Amulet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15888199#msg15888199)</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>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Alec, Sarissa<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Risppt was admittedly nervous and yet excited as he travelled with all these new people, eager to make sure he didn't make any mistakes as he led them through track and trials in effort to find at least some sort of sign from the goblins and their activities in the area. In that the travel took perhaps longer than some of those accompanying might have preferred, but he made what little of a living he had currently been trying to carve out for himself hunting so this sort of activity was quite natural to him.<br/><br/>Stalking rabbits and squirrel were far far different than tracking Goblins. Though if anything, they seemed perhaps easier, which surprised him...he would have thought that any sort of stealing, robbing or the like they would have taken greater care to conceal their tracks but yet once Risppt had them he followed them all the way out into the very edge of the farmlands themselves. Hearing the pretty human cleric lady talk, his head turned back over as he then cast a glance towards the farm where the trail seemed to be leading them.<br/><br/>"It is-sss hard to ss-say. Prey mmm-eye-tt (might) be raiding farm or hid there. Maybe move past into Sss-sha-doe Vale." His draconic mouth rasped out the words in common quietly, still quite unused to the language itself but working on it and trying to get better. At least next to no one he had run into so far spoke Yipyak, or Draconic, or Undercommon...though he'd have struggled with Undercommon too.<br/><br/>The already short silver scaled Kobold lowered himself a bit more as his red eyes fixed themselves onto the farm, trying to focus in a bit more and see if there were any signs visible at this range that might tell whether they had moved past or stopped there, even as he took that hard look his 4 clawed hand dug into one of his scent dampening pouches, carefully pulling out a small piece of rabbit jerky before popping it right on into his mouth. From how the trials crossed and overlapped he could be sure of the number of them either. A small group, likely they had taken more than just the amulet the woman sought and unlikely would the goblins give anything they claimed back without a fight.<br/><br/>