<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/><br/>As much as he felt he should be able to be commanding over those, he knew - from a bit of experience - just how weaselly kobolds can be. Kirrok decided to wave off the more personable things for someone to do, physically moving his hand and informing the others, "Keep me safe and I will keep this thing afloat. I have handled some ships in my time. Mostly river barges, but I know what to expect and how they function! Just give me a few moments and I will know all about this vessel and then some!" The small, wiry red-scale stated this all quite confidently with a pride in his chest. "Not to mention the weapons I can get set here. I may be a trap master, but that can be what you need for wily sea-creatures!"<br/><br/>And with that moment, without anyone else able to say much, Kirrok would have dashed forwards in an attempt to get to the lower levels so he could find some of the items that had been loaded. Or at least the items he swore he saw had been loaded and what could be quite nicely used as materials for trappings, alchemical work and maintenance for the ship, if need be. He did question if he could find someone for metalworking to make things a bit more sturdy, though.