<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Closed 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>Sky Father's Thumb - Forlorn Hills| Noon W1 D3<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Yokun<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>12/15<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her whole comment resonated against his primal urgings, staring at Selphie with a nearly feral desire before managing to shake that feeling. The pretty priest lady wouldn't have any way of knowing, but he was right at the tipping point. Either way, he gave the rope a careful tug as he began to boldly pull his prize towards the gate with him. Gloved, hooded and covered as he would in the tribal wear of the clan he doubted with what he had leashed they would be taking to close of a look at him.<br/><br/>At least that was his hope.<br/><br/>He'd also purposefully made sure to walk in front of his captive as walking behind her at this current point was nothing more than a recipe for trouble and he knew it. In Yipyak he would lewdly call out, drawing attention to his captive and trying to affect the same manner tone the one he had heard speak back when they were fighting. "<strong>Glory to the tribe</strong>." slowing his pace however, hoping that they wouldn't stop them or at least that they might drool over themselves as he nearly had and give his new-friend a way in.<br/>