<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/>The dusty red scales of the kobold would soon be seen as he held out the, admittedly large, bag before himself as he was told along with others than things needed to be loaded up. In admission, the young male hated to have to use his<em>special bag</em>to prepare things, mussing up the area and hoping no one took his trap-pieces while he transported the food and other necessities. He had to admit, though, that it was a rather good thing for him, an honor even, that he would be able to join this expedition. To become a true dragon? That would be an amazing feat and no doubt he would be able to be one of those wise and smart ones who is surrounded by a temple of followers and only the select few he permitted would escape his home filled with devious traps. He couldn't help but internally cackle at the mere idea of such a thing being possible!<br/><br/>Regardless, though, he had to deal with so many others. At least this Snarl would be fairly protected with his expertise and those of the other trapsmiths before he left on this journey and be assured it would still be around by the time they got back. Of course, he had some experience outside the dim, cavernous lights of a snarl, so the outside didn't bother him as much, aside from the damnable sun. He was sure as a dragon he would find a way to block it out completely from his domain, or let his minions figure a way to do it for him!<br/><br/>He eventually found himself pushing through the small jungle path with the various other kobolds setting things in. Some were lucky enough to have those smokey goggles that kept the light out and wondered why he never got them for himself. Maybe wisdom wasn't as great an attribute as he figured. But he moved past one line who was set on working like a conveyor belt, handing off smaller crates to one kobold in front before grabbing another behind being quiet efficient. He would have agreed to it, but there were so few with the<em>special bag</em>he had that he didn't want to risk losing it as it was the only way he knew he'd be able to travel with all his trapworks without being completely overburdened with the weight.<br/><br/>Once he got atop the ship, he would lift his bag with his nose pointed up and shake it a few times before a few small crates would plummet from the inter-dimensional depths and onto the deck before he turned and started walking to the snarl. Or he did start, but then stopped and wondered if he would need to. The others were being efficient, he did his job at transporting those things... Then he remembered he left his own small pile of things to take back in there. A light clicking of the teeth in annoyance came as he went about to path. But there he saw a female carrying a bit more than she deserved to. The small male tilted his head and asked, leaning on the side of the boat as he looked to her, "Why they not get someone bigger for that? It seems like you will get crushed!"