<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Open 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>Bondor's Camp - Forlorn Hills| Mid-Morning W1 D 3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Yokun, Open<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>15/15<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Risppt would happily pour the pretty priest lady a bowl of his rabbit stew, setting it down beside him where Yokun and him had been to offer it to the newcomer to the camp. "<strong>Puh-lee-sssuh, here Ssselphie. So good to see you again!</strong>" He would hiss out, pulling out one more small parcel from his pack as he broke a round loaf of break a part and divided it among the 3 of them. Risppt loved food, more to the point the food of those from the big lands. Kobolds rarely dined on such things unless scavenged and even them some were just as keen to leave it. Even if Risppt hadn't been outcast, he might have left on his own anyway in hunt and search for how to make such things.<br/><br/>Risppt already felt better about things now that the pretty priest lady was here. A familiar face, and one that genuinely seemed pleased to see him in turn, did wonders for the spirit. His red eyes fixed themselves onto her for a moment, enjoying the view much as Yokun had but quickly he went back to devouring and scarfing the rest of his own stew, mopping up the rest of it with the roll. Leaning back he took a moment to let the food settle and listen to more of the details of the quest itself.<br/><br/><strong>"Do wissssh for muh-ore team-mate."</strong>He worriedly grumbled before pulling out one of his prizes from a previous quest, a metal goblin knife. Risppt didn't have a wide array of weaponry and even then the vast majority of the weapons he carried if one was to have looked closer were made of bone. The goblin knife itself was a bit rusted, though it did appear to have been receiving some sort of treatment as it was in far better condition now than when the little kobold had claimed it. In his other hand, a whet stone was present as he continued to work on blade itself. Hopefully from whatever prize of game or reward of booze they might get he'd be able to afford some more of the oils to continue to treat the new weapon.