<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/d318bc5be11b6275737c01b5c8616074/tumblr_nyhh8wKAC41sj173wo1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kirrok (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=783327)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Snare Setter Rogue<br/><strong>Age:</strong>16 (Kobold Years)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><hr/><br/>Though one may have taken the hint, Kirrok was not that one. The bedroom eyes were lost on the wayfarer of kobolds, as he was already considering how to go about making some actual weaponry from the knowledge of his trapwork. It was all rather exciting, he had to admit, going out to sea was something he considered, but never actually did beyond sneaking aboard a merchant ship of Man's. But to actually go about it and to be in charge of a grand number, even if it would have been just enough to start a Snarl it was something to show his grand working.<br/><br/>His hands clasped together, rubbing and squeezing as he watched the female take up the crystal and box, ready to get things going. "I am already prepared, so I should be able to meet you on the ship. I'll lay my claim for my workshop in an appropriate spot, as well." With that mention, a cackle escaped the trapsmith as he moved out from the others, turning tail so it seemed to crack like a whip as he hurried to the ship he had already gone upon once.