<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div>Loap (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1100226)<br/>Location: The Desolate Forestland<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>AC:  17<hr/><br/><em>Loap grimaced lightly and picked up one ironshod leg, looking down at it and, more specifically, looking at the utter lack of protection it would give if they did, indeed, have to trudge directly through the swamplands.  Still, her violet eyes flicked to the ranger.</em>"I make no secret that I'd prefer not to end up down to my thighs in that murk... walking in these is hard enough without swamp-sludge coating my legs..."<em>She nodded down to her boots which had been stripped down to just the metal banding by the earlier encounter with the ooze and all the more comfortable leather which was meant to line the inside eaten away...</em><br/><br/>"Still... the way around seems less deteriorated and lifeless, which likely means isn't the path to our quarry.  I'll leave it to you miss t-"<em>Abruptly, the three-quarter drow slapped her own ass savagely, the removal of her hand revealing a large mosquito falling lifelessly to the ground.  The action also seemed to remind the woman that her ass and nethers were scarcely covered at best with little more than a looted rag and a slight flush alighted upon her features.</em>"... tracker."