<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Kd3HZeL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Risppt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884640#msg15884640)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Kobold Game Hunter<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Early Morning / Main Taproom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The small figure sat alone awkwardly on one of the chairs, propped up by his own pack to see over and onto the table itself. Leather breaches covered his silvery legs as they idly swung while he feasted on the offerings of the morning meal. Though whatever the meal had been before Risppt got his hands on it wasn't entirely clear. Everything from the bacon, hashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy had ended up all mish mashed in a bowl together. His tail swishing to and fro is almost a happy little dance all its own as the road worn and dirt covered kobold scarfed it down as if it was the last meal that he might ever have to eat. A pint half drank rested beside the meal, untouched since the food had arrived. Any and all over his possessions remained within his short arms reach though, from his weapons to his traveling gear it seemed as if he would be ready to dash at the slightest provocation. The staff themselves might have also been concerned if he hadn't already paid up front for his meal and room, but instead given the recent rise of Kobold activity in the area were cautious about him for entirely other reasons.<br/><br/>Though quite ravenously devouring his meal, his red eyes shifted between bites around him keeping at least as good of an eye out as he might have been able. The journey here hadn't been easy, his time in earning the little trust he had in bringing game to barter and sell had at least made few familiar with his presence but he was still out of his element, away from his clan and a total stranger in these lands. Being careful was the bare minimum. Still despite the thoughts that sped through his mind as quickly as those eyes darted between bites, he had traps to make and set and perhaps game to hunt that he looked forward to getting to. While he enjoyed the safety of the walls, it was a different sort of worry that plagued him around all the big folk as opposed to the creatures outside the gate. At least he /knew/ the intentions of the creatures and when they meant harm.<br/><br/>Only once the bowl and the contents of the breakfast mash he had made had been finished did he return to the drink, grabbing hold of the comically larger mug in his both of his clawed hands did he gulp the rest of it down. With a satisfied hissed exhale, he sat it down and took a moment to himself to let it all just settle before getting on with his day.