<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/><br/><hr/><br/>The weight of the crate didn't seem that much of a problem if he was just carrying it underhanded as he had been and following the female with the enhancement he'd been given,  for now. However, the fact that she had no idea where she was going caused the fellow red-scale to give her a squinty-eyed glare and an annoyed twitch of his tail. However, when he saw the door below it looked much more welcoming than the annoying salty aired, lighting of the deck. But before he lifted a foot to move down, he took slight notice of a sound which was soon followed by another male faceplanting the ground due to the wicked female's foot coming out to stop the hurrying.<br/><br/>After a moment, it seemed as if the crate was getting heavier, a low grunt coming before Kirrok laughed out to himself and moved to settle the crate down. "So stupid. Why carry like this?" He would then take out his<em>special bag</em>whipping it out from his belt and then opening wide the mouth of the bag and pushing it forwards, causing the crate to disappear into the cloth sack. He held up the bag dramatically and then looked to the female, his tail twitching as if he accomplished something, and then said, "Better. Now. Where did you need it? Down and down?" He moving past her to step down into the darkness.