<div class="floatright">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Kiva.jpg)<br/>Kiva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280528.msg13792246#msg13792246)</div><br/>Kiva helps largely by staying out of the way, her gear is not so much of a burden to her that she would like any of it carried elsewhere; even if it does look like it ought to be heavy, it is well-balanced and she is used to it.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Neeral's stories do make her snicker. Reminds her of that one time... "Got sent out to do a quick recon mission with this dwarf. Fancied himself pretty sneaky, but fact was you could smell him coming, upwind, for about a mile. Was also about as dumb as the night was black, but nevermind; I figured we were actually a distraction, and planned accordingly. Had this little cask of lamp oil along, right?" Kiva pauses to take a sip from her water skin and sidestep some fresh horse apples.<br/><br/>"We get around to this gap in the wall; where all the big rocks they'd been slinging had finally punched a hole; guys we were throwin' 'em at, they hadn't found it yet. They were busy, though - the big slingers were pitching gravel barrels soaked in oil, and it was getting all kinds of wild on the other wall. So, we got through the gap, and we're like.. right next to the tavern. Stunk worse than the dwarf, lemme tell you, and I lost track of him while I was counting heads and arms and all the other stuff we were supposed to be doing. I get a good count, and then this ruckus starts up. Dwarf's been seen. Dunno where he is, all I've got is yelling and the alarm's been raised, so I take the barrel, pop the cork and stick a rag in it, light the rag, then roll it in the general direction of this big stack of barrels and sacks and run for it." Another sip from her water skin, and a slight shake of her head.<br/><br/>"Finally get a line on the dwarf, he's got a cask of his own, and he's runnin' for the gap in the wall. I manage to get there first, and I'm about halfway through and he's just got started when there's this concussion that flings us both clear of the wall and it starts raining bits of building. Dwarf's yelling about fire, and I get a good look at him; he looked like a pin-cushion caught fire from the lower back on down to his boots." Kiva shakes her head. "Got out, managed to make it back. Even got a commendation for the distraction. Dwarf never did forgive me for the splinters, though."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She is not terribly concerned about treasure - she comments favorably on Neeral's good eyes and quick thinking - but.. she has a good pack, and it should, therefore, go to someone who does not already have such a thing. The contents of said pack she looks at briefly, then shrugs and suggests, "Stash 'em, and somebody oughta keep a log. I can write and cipher, but nobody'd give me prizes for the quality of said writing; if you want it readable, somebody else probably ought to do it."