<div class="floatright">(http://1-media-cdn.foolz.us/ffuuka/board/tg/image/1337/09/1337095155450.jpg)</div>Tiktik stood with rapt attention near one window as the transport descended. Half with apprehension, the other with recalled memories, he had come down a few times when hunting bigger prey than he on various tasks that few other bounty hunters would take, yet being in a transport again brought back memories of descending with his family and spending the entire day searching and mining the crystals used to support the entire flying city far above the desert sands. It had been years since then, but the memories were suddenly sharp and fresh, and as he descended he wondered how his family was doing. He would need to visit them soon, as he hadn't in a few months and they tended to worry after him even after he had left the collective. He barely paid attention to the newcomer who had joined them in her long pauncho, oversized boots, and wide-brimmed hat that almost covered her face entirely and only showed the ears that marked her as a half-elf for a few moments, instead entirely diverted by the feel of the large transport beneath his feet. He could distantly hear the murmurs of the others, but paid them no mind.<br/><br/>Finally reaching the surface he jumped out of the transport almost the last, the large legs of the others obscuring his vision and blocking his path. The step, meant for a full-sized human or elf, was a decent jump for him and he barely caught himself at the last moment to stop from tumbling ungracefully into the sand. Once on the ground he sighed, feeling the hot sand pleasant against his clawed feet. It was good to be back, but he reminded himself to stay alert. There were a multitude of dangers here, and an unwary fool could easily be caught in any of them to lose their life without a moment's notice. He watched as the larger workers removed the various equipment from the transport keeping out of the way since not only could he help little with his smaller form, but also because he was familiar with the inaccurate kicks "accidentally" sent his way when he was underfoot or even nearby. The heat radiating off the sand and from the bitter sun bothered him not; in fact, he felt invigorated by it, could feel his metabolism rising as his cold-blooded physiology kicked up a notch to welcome the heat.<br/><br/>At the sounds of one of the other half-elf's words he finally returned to his senses from the reverie that had gripped him. An inward sigh filled him but he skittered forward slowly to set up his own spot. He lacked a tent that some of the others possessed, but was familiar enough with the chill of the night to know that his meagre bedroll would be enough to go the night without a problem after the heat collected throughout the day. He ignored the banter between her and the man until the tone signifying that someone was referring to a kobold entered the man's voice. And since he was the only kobold in sight, it was probably he that the man was addressing. "Very well," he said raspily as he put down his backpack to make his place later, the common words still rough on his tongue even after all these years of speaking the Common tongue. He skulked to follow the man, using the dunes for cover as he moved forward, using the cover of the dunes to hide him from any unseen eyes that might watch them on their walk. He glanced up, and a common bird that had been strangely following the transport and then circling high above began to fly forward almost as though to check the area ahead of them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Taking 10 on Stealth and Perception for a total of 29 and 21 on the checks respectively, as does the familiar who has a 29 and 26 on the checks.</div></div>