<strong>Name:</strong>Draahzallyk (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287132.msg14135191#msg14135191)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the map table in Elfbane's command tent<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Elfbane, Aryz'Endor, and all others present<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>--<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Draahzallyk gives a low, appreciative hiss as Uzul's hea d rolls from his shoulders. The tiny tyrant knows he's fast, but he appreciates someone faster when he sees them. He had no doubts that the Warmaster would be worthy, but after this display the dark kobold is more impressed than he anticipated he would be. The kill lacks finesse, and in Draahzallyk's estimation Elfbane didn't<em>need</em>the cover of the dirt his stroke threw into his opponent's face...But the blackish kobold is not about to criticize.<br/><br/>He does, however, file some mental notes about how orcish duels are held.<br/><br/>At Elfbane's command, the antipaladin bows once again – humbly – and follows at a distance which doesn't even come close to infringing on the Warmaster with his aura. He does not, however, drop to the back of the small group. Instead, he gives them the option of either stepping into that palpable radius...Or dropping further behind or to the side.<br/><br/>He's fairly sure which choice his contemptibly<em>pink</em>relative will make. As for the others, well, it will be educational...<br/><br/>In the command tent, Draahzallyk listens intently to the half-orc before bowing his head once more. “As my master commands,” the kobold hisses in his startlingly rich voice. He inclines his head, birdlike, studying the table intently. Killing quickly and creating terror are Draahzallyk's greatest abilities, and the latter isn't so useful in a situation where silence and secrecy is mandated. This sort of finesse is not his forte, and unfortunately the member of the group most likely to be an effective skulker has...not been<em>impressive</em>in that regard so far. He lifts his gaze from the map to eye the other kobold thoughtfully. It's not a hostile stare. It's not a friendly stare. But it's the stare of someone weighing and measuring...and thinking very, very carefully about what they see.<br/><br/>Draahzallyk circles the table, examining the map and bowing apologetically towards Elfbane as the tent's close quarters make it impossible for him to completely avoid moving with ten feet of the Warmaster.  He doubts his aura will have that much effect on the powerful half-orc, but he doesn't want to offend. “May we have a copy of the map, Master? And how shall we signal you when we have control of the gate and know where the barracks are?”