<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 completely oblivious to the subtleties of reply that the pretty cleric lady provided in answer to the sell-sword man, or at least from his own perspective she simply continued to eat while looking at him. His own gaze shifted back towards the barn, not letting his attention fixate on company that he currently kept even if interesting and for the pretty snake lady and pretty cleric lady, both of which he was fond of stealing glances of.<br/><br/>"Purr-hapsss find cover and be hid furr-ssst, if Goblin...we pick them off." He offered in his broken common, even as he had already lowered his small form to a crouch, creeping carefully and slowly as he drew forth one of the arrows from its quiver. The tip was crafted clearly from the bone of some animal, jagged and pointed seemingly hand made by the Kobold himself. Though he prepared his arrow, nocking it he did not draw tension from the string. It wouldn't have done if they were humans that came out to mistakenly let it fly, that would earn him no favor in town. Or if anything at least, get him run out of it. He did wish they would have had a bit more time to see if prey was actually in the farm house as maybe they could have laid a trap or two. Sure, the traps he might have been able to set at the moment might have only hindered them but even that would have been something.<br/><br/>If there had been any protest to tossing the rock, Risppt had given none and had no intention of stopping Alec. He'd have almost preferred that Goblins came out, it would mean that hadn't ventured into the Vale. Even if it was worrisome now, the whole dynamic would shift if they needed to delve into the woods.<br/><br/>He could feel it bubbling inside of him, that nervous energy that some how seemed to just dance against the pool of rage hidden beneath the small unassuming form of the Kobold. He always felt that in moments right before he would let his first arrow fly, or that anticipation before the trap was sprung. Even more, his own thoughts turned to that mantra that had kept him from giving into it.