<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Boxer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Warbling Cypress Tree- Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gruemug Balsam, open<br/><br/>"That's the last time I drink away all my prize money from a fight." Yokun grumbled as trudged through the bright and sunny farmlands. Sober and in need of money Zi-Zi brought him a wanted poster about hunting up some horny rabbits to find some ducks. He had no clue how the two were connected, but a reward was promised. He hoped for coin, but he'd take a bunny girl wife if that was what was coming his way. Maybe he could also get some rabbit meat to sell to Hieronymous for some shiny coppers.<br/><br/>A warm wind blew across his face and he caught the whiff of some fresh animal manure, it hit his stomach like a smith's hammer. Holding a hand over his mouth he staggered over to a bush and vomited the entire contents of his stomach which granted wasn't much. His head swam and he pulled the water skin from around his shoulder and took a long drink of it swishing it around his mouth before spitting it out onto the bush.  "Ugh...yup gotta learn...*urk* the "enough is enough" part....*hugh* of Drunken Boxing." Getting back to his feet he squinted around him looking for a Warbling Cypress.<br/><br/>The sun hurt his eyes and the birdsong was like thunder rumbling through his ears. But the need for money outweighed the need to sleep it off. He spotted the tree and a tall blue or gray colored goatman. "That looks like a Satyr." He grumbled to himself pulling the spiked bronze gauntlets he got for completing his fight training many years ago off his belt to strap them on. He thought about grabbing a sword or axe as the added range would keep him more out of the grasp of the horny rabbits. But he wasn't sure how much better he would be with a sword than he was with his knuckle dusters. Surely he could punch out the rabbits before they got to him....right?<br/><br/>Yokun approached the Satyr shading his eyes from the sun until he was under the canopy of the tree. The goatman's flute howled in his ears, but he grunted a greeting. "Hail...Yokun da Nukoy at your service. You posted the want notice for rabbit catching right?" He asked groaning softly as he felt nausea rumble across his stomach again.