<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/>Approached the camp cautiously, his hood up and darkening his features as he held onto the clasp of his cloak and the strap of his traveller's pack. Always careful about his gear as to him, it was his only means of ensuring survival. A stray random Kobold was rarely a welcome sight to anyone and the current quest that he was following up on from the wanted board, told him that if he wasn't careful he might just get mistaken for one of the threats involved. His clothing was a tattered mess, haphazardly sewn back together in some sort of Frankenstein cross work and even then it was clear the tailoring wasn't to help the fit as it was still baggy on the small creature.<br/><br/>To say he was relieved when he saw a familiar face wasn't completely accurate. Risppt clearly remembered the large drunken man from the inn but given how intoxicated that he was, Risppt doubted that he would be remembered at all. His hands however stayed clear of his weapons, moving in closer to announce himself. "Hh-ear to joy-in the qu-essst." He rasped out in common, before coming into the fire light and pulling down his hood. The one thing he did have at least going for him was that no Silver Kobolds were around these parts. Not that people often cared about such subtle distinctions when it came to his kind. That said, Risppt had no misgivings about people that took issue with his kind, most that grew up in the clans were greedy and selfish but adhered to clan rule.<br/><br/>Risppt wasn't any of those things, so even if he didn't have the mark he doubted his own clan would have let him live.<br/><br/>Taking up a seat near the fire and looking around, seeing who else might join before pulling out a small cooking stick and a wrapped sausage as he warmed up a little bit of a snack before any sort of business was seen to or that the quest would begin. Politely though he did wave to Yokun, grinning a bit as he remembered the scene at the bar.