<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/15mgaiP.png?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Ripped up  monk garments (https://i.imgur.com/Sq5Quod.jpg)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 14/20    Flow- 0   XP- 3/8<br/><hr/><br/>Sparrow was happy that Mei at least seemed to still be thinking rationally, shooting her a small smile as she pried Maya off of the satyr she had been taking advantage of. It seemed that this place's corrupting influence wasn't to be understated, but scarily enough not only did it increase one's lust, as he was already starting to experience himself, but it appeared to cause a rather startling "moral degradation" in his companions as well, "you're too quick to assume the worst of her Alexander. We have no idea what happened to her, we can't just assume she's abandoned us because it's convenient to paint her as a villain. We're all companions here, Chains included, and we should give her the benefit of the doubt" the boy protested, again a bit too naive for his own good. Then again he had already put a disproportionate amount of trust in Chains, having mistaken her age for wisdom and well intention.<br/><br/>When Alex pointed out his "monk bits" Sparrow blushed and again covered himself, glancing around for anything he could use as even rudimentary garments, though to no avail, "Th-there's no point in shifting around blame based on what ifs. A few ripped garments are not reason to leave someone in mortal peril" he continued to protest, casting a pleading look to Anahita, who at this point was the only person who still wanted to look for Chains, if Alexander and Maya hadn't already convinced her otherwise. When Maya suggested scouring their village for supplies the boy let out a soft sigh, "alright, but while we're there we should also try to find clue of where they might have taken Chains" he said, adamant about not leaving their companion behind. And with that said the boy began assisting Maya with tossing the unconscious satyrs into the traps. Honestly after his own experience in the contraptions he didn't much mind seeing the beasts get a taste of their own medicine, but he didn't take any enjoyment out of it like his more violent counterpart seemed to. As he worked he also grabbed some lengths of rope and attempted to fasten them into some kind of basic thong/loin cloth-esque garment, the result wasn't all that great, and was still very skimpy looking when he pulled it on, but it was better than literally nothing.<br/><br/>