<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Barikclip.png)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Barik</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291542.msg14315555#msg14315555)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">CN Tiefling Barbarian (Wild Rager)</span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hip deep in trouble, little tourist...<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Barik rumbles - his eyes follow long, shapely limbs for perhaps a fraction or so longer than is entirely proper - as he sits, cautiously. He listens, not quite laughing - or maybe he is laughing, the tone of the rumble shifts slightly - at their benefactor's description of a high priestess. He could have told her that... but he says nothing, taking a moment to examine the scroll.<br/><br/>To him, it is sadly largely unintelligible. His few words and recognized letters tell him mostly that the thing is past his abilities. He lifts his head, considering Canica with the ear-flattened suspicion of someone who can't actually read. It won't really matter, will it, if she betrays them.. they are not likely to survive it, if she does, are they. He still looks grumpy about it, but he - very carefully - scrawls the letters that make up his given name on the line. Neatly, even, although no one's ever going to give him prizes for penmanship. Nedra's comment gets her a look, and a bit of a rumbled snort. If she remembers anything useful, maybe. ..