Trying my best to be cute against full plate, sighing out some more before walking off a ways, just to make sure that he has enough room to swing that weird hammer around. Looking at it and staring, wondering if that is made out of adamantine or not. Shrugging to myself and dropping the act for the time being.<br/><br/><em><strong>"So, we need someone to scout and see if one of these tunnels are free of horny and hungry trolls. Anyone want to volunteer, nya?"</strong></em><br/><br/>I am not volunteering, that is for sure! Tail wiggling in excitement still, the bell on the bow attached to the end of my tail letting out its cute chime all the while. I am not a very sneaky individual myself. Still keeping an eye on as many tunnels as possible, waiting and prepared for any sort of troll attack.