<strong>Name:</strong>Kirrok<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Snare Setter Rogue<br/><strong>Age:</strong>16 (Kobold Years)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Eh? Did I say that?" Kirrok asked to himself aloud, putting a clawed index finger up under his chin in contemplation before his attention went back to where the female had moved to toss her supplies. This caused a yelp, as he wasn't expecting it. The catch wasn't the hard part, but rather the size of it well over what he could easily carry. Once it hit him, he stumbled back and promptly fell over, the weight of the thing crushing at him because of the lack of expecting of the actual weight and the surprise that she would just so easily chuck the thing towards him. Magic had to be involved.<br/><br/>"U-Urgh! Get it off!" Shouted the small kobold, struggling after the initial damage of crate and weight. He was able to lift it off himself - assuming it was merely a hundred pounds - but he was still going to complain about it since he got thrown a duty he definitely didn't agree to.