<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/><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>Sky Father's Thumb/Forlorn Hills/noon/W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt and Selphie, closed<br/>Hit Points: 20/20<br/><br/>With the first threat neutralized, Yokun lifted the still leaking aleskin to his lips and trained the last of it before tossing the empty container aside. Risppt was right, they had followed the most dangerous path and no doubt any other Kobolds up these moss-covered steps would likely either be on high alert or were storming down the hill coming for the already.<br/><br/>He could possibly fight off the minuscule little lizards, but he couldn't do it forever especially now that he was out of alcohol. Looking around his drunken brain tried to think of something. Kobolds were kinda like Goblins right? Horny little things, maybe Selphie could show some skin and distract them while he and Risppt snuck up and knocked them out. He would like to avoid killing if he could, drunks or no the monks that raised him were quite against killing things.<br/><br/>But as he looked over the two newly knocked out archers a thought came to mind. Crouching down he began picking off some of the armor and clothing from the Archers. "So Risp-thingy...will you be able to sneak Selphie and I into the camp by saying we're spies you caught? Maybe we can cover you up enough so your scales aren't seen?" He asked holding up some of the armor and comparing it to his small lizard friend.