<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D2A1rZtUwAMogf6?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</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>Alec Redwater<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Mercenary<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Gourde Farm, uncomfortably close to Shadow Vale | Mid Day<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Sarissa, Selphie<hr/><br/>Having another trek in the farmlands had not been at the top of Alec's list of things to do, but he needed coin. Besides the last adventure had not been that bad, and he had made a new friend. She was a weirdo, but still. After all, she had been the first kind person he had met in some time.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'And the melons were nice too....'</div></div><br/>So he now found himself with a trio as strange as he ever heard of. Amberdale had so many races he had only heard of in tales just... wandering the streets. Now he was with a smaller than average, it seemed to him, kobold leading them on a merry hunt for goblins. His name is Risppt.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ree spit. Respite? Rye spit. Rrrrspit? No to many arrr's. I think it is Rye spit.</div></div>Alec thought he understood the pronunciation of the kobold's name. The talkative priestess that now munched happily on an apple had asked for help and this seemed an easy and safe enough task. He had chased plenty of goblins away from the outskirts of Legion camps as a young man. Kobolds too, but he felt it best to keep that information to himself in their present company.<br/><br/>His eyes kept lingering on their third companion. The green and yellow lithe snake woman was an oddity to him, and, while strangely beautiful, raised goose flesh on the back of his neck. He really did not know what to make of her. She seemed friendly enough, even nice, but her gaze was predatory to him. He started reaching back and tracing his fingers across the hilt of his sword as they walked.<br/><br/>Once the kobold, Rye spit, seemed to be happy with their direction and target the warrior looked toward the farm house. "I think now is not the time to worry on dinner," he chided Selphie.<br/><br/>"And I do not like the name of this Shadow Vale."<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Alec's inner monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">'What farmer names his field that? Why not melon vale? Or happy vale? Shadow Vale. That is like just naming it "Spooky Vale," or "Things That Will Bite You on the Ass Vale" and being done with it.'</div></div><br/>