<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/>When Kirrok came in and heard the sound of a voice, informing he was on of the<em>elite</em>the kobold couldn't help but puff out his chest in pride. Despite knowing that he was, indeed, special, he didn't get called such as much as he felt he should. Then again, many of the kobolds were less individualistic, perhaps because of his issue with moving from tribe to tribe. He was raised in one that had been scattered, but then as he went over to find a new one he learned he could figure more out by doing such. In fact, this may just be another stepping stone for his life.<br/><br/>Regardless, he would step to the side, looking over the other<em>Elites</em>and recognized one, his pupils slitting as he looked to the pushy female he had seem when helping load the ship from before, his tail flicking in annoyance that she was included in this group, though the other two he didn't recognize, which would perhaps be quite a good thing. He would then turn his attention back to the Dragon, his hands moving behind his back as he stood there with a sense of purpose as the duties were described to them.<br/><br/><em>Twenty-one shards. Found already reclaimed by the monsters in metal...</em>Kirrok mentally repeated, letting his eyes fall upon the map, considering what they should do about this. With them moving and seeking these shards, his trap making may be a bit more limited, but at the same time, it excited him. The ideas that he had of mobile trapsmithing could be set into practice. He could plot and ploy with fellows to make something amazing that others wouldn't consider. He could barely contain a cackle of amusement as he considered all the possibilities that were opening for his art. But the sound and sight of a pensant upon the map caused him to blink and tilt his head curiously. He suspected the pendant may be some kind of seeker-trinket if it was offered to them.<br/><br/>A low hum came over him as his tail swished back and forth, focused on the pendant and practically ignoring everything else as the priestess came in. His mind wandered to all these possibilities before slowly lifting his head, staring forwards as the box opened and the crystal was pulled out. The story of the Dark Water was concerning, though. Something formless, shapeless and invulnerable that could swallow anyone? That would need to be set correctly and he would have to get a plan to make sure they could use this crystal as a defense and not lose it to the sea. He was sure there would have to be some kind of way to secure it to the ship and never worry again.<br/><br/>The last bit of logic seemed sound, though, at leaving the crystal here, or the larger one at least. To be able to be guided back to this home of theirs was a grand idea, especially if things went horribly rather quickly. He then looked back and around at the others, curious if the other kobold<em>elites</em>had questions. He was confident he understood everything, so wanted to see if he could see the way others interacted, maybe it would reveal some kind of weakness or strength in his allies just from what questions they asked...<br/><br/>Of course, it would be the pushy female to speak first. Kirrok's tail swayed in annoyance as he watched he, listening, but he had to concede - to himself of course - that she had good questions. He had assumed the crystals were taken, but maybe it wasn't entirely clear to the others. Or maybe he was mistaken? Regardless, he wouldn't be the one seen as a fool for the question. The idea of inscribing the books, though, was a good idea anyways. In case the ship went down, they had a few safe copies for later if another party of<em>elites</em>needed to go.<br/>