<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper Hulfort (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884537#msg15884537)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands | Prior to Beginning tof Castalin - Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed, Merry<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Continued from Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333537.msg15893478#msg15893478)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Ah, thanks... I've gotten a few introductions from the locals, some... Friendlier than others, but I like this place." He gave an amused laugh as she asked him about all of his potential occupations. "I wanted to be an adventurer, but my trip here from my village showed... I'm probably not cut out to be an adventurer if I still can't keep myself from fleeing in terror at spiders as big as a dog." To say nothing of the rest of the trouble he chanced upon during his trip here. Stolen items and being pranked by fairies... He wasn't eally proper adventurer material yet, but maybe that would change in time.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm a lumberjack, though these hatchets aren't quite for cutting wood. Carved these myself, they're more for self-defense. A few good whacks and people tend to bug off, but non-human things take a bit more. I have my dad's bigger axe, but I don't feel right using it yet. I just kind of keep it like an heirloom until I feel worthy for it." He nodded. However, now wasn't a time to be discussing his story when there was a stolen book to retrieve! "Yeah, it would suxk to celebrate early and then not get the desired outcome..." He sighed as he hurried and picked up the pace before he wound up dragging them both behind.<br/><br/>"Oh, my name's Jasper. If this turns out to have a decent outcome, maybe we can meet some more afterward." He laughed a not-very-subtle attempt at flirting. Could one blame him? She was rather stunning to witness, both idle and in motion... And the best part? She could turn into a little fox to be pet and groomed! She was like the complete package for someone who lived home and alone like him! Sure the town was friendly, but maybe having someone with a sense of familiarity would be much appreciated... But again, things to be worked on when they retrieved the book.<br/><br/>Wherever Merry had the idea of where the goblin took the book, it was leading them out of Amberdale and into the farmlands... And the further into it they went, the more Jasper had to question exactly why until it dawned on him. "Wait... You don't mean that little thug is gonna try using that book like a boat, is he?" Maybe Jasper wasn't entirely bright sometimes, but he could still arrive to the conclusion eventually, he was just a bit slower than others. Part of him hoped he wasn't right in this present moment, however. Yet as they came upon the farmlands' open fields, he crouched a bit and squinted. "Wait... isn't that him?"<br/><br/>And, much to his lament, the stupid Goblin was indeed pushing the book toward the water.<br/><br/>"Damn it... We've gotta get closer..." He frowned, keeping crouched so the tall crab grasses and other tall foliage could cover his approach, trying to get behind the goblin.