<strong>Nym Liam Greensong</strong><br/><br/>The copper haired elf occasionally chuckled too himself at the various barbs sent his way, even when the kobold implied that he might be food, he just shot the little lizard-girl a teasing grin.<br/><br/>The others to greet him received similar smiles—dancing eyes, but not always so evilly amused as the kobold received.<br/><br/>He'd almost finished gathering up what he could when he realized that people were coming p  out of the water.  Having brushed out some of the cloth armor and donned a pair of shorts by now, the sound of a splash lead him to hurry over to offer a hand to those fighting to get out of the water.<br/><br/>He wasn't fast enough, but did manage to get quite a delightful eyeful of the bold damsel who'd gone down to flick the switch.  He gave a soft chuckle and past her an extra robe as he returned to that alcove and finished donning and cinching a quilted outfit—not much for armor, but better than his bare chest.  IT could also keep him warm and provide padding for other pieces he might later find.<br/><br/>“Did anyone need this staff?” he inquired, picking up the long staff that someone had dropped in favor of the shorter.  “It looks perfect for me, and maybe a knife or two if they can be spared?”<br/><br/>He dug around for a rope of decent belt to which he could bind a few bags for transporting what they'd found.<br/><br/>When at last the young elf was as equipped as seemed proper, he headed back out to crouch by the fire.  Taking a bit of the meat he sniffed, then carefully sank his teeth into the outer edge of one piece—trying to get an idea of what it was rather than actually meaning to eat it this dry!