<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/>The whole of this little event did seem a bit much from his experience with other tribes, as he had the bit of wandering experience. The crystal that they bare seemed quite impressive and, no doubt, had some magic to it, but he was always a little bit wary of this kind of magic. To become back to their draconic lineage? How often had he heard that in his short life? How long had he heard that if they work well that they will be reborn into the grandiose and fearsome beasts? As he would love to become a dragon, showing off his wit and prowess by setting deathtraps while he smugly sits atop an obsidian tower surrounded by the faithful of his intellect.<br/><br/>A wicked grin had came across him as he stared up, fantasizing his own grandeur in this situation with a clawed finger up and settled atop the tip of his chin. It wasn't until he had been pulled to the side had his daydream been broken, causing a slight growl and a glare to the one who pulled him. He quickly lost the attitude seeing what kind of kobold it was that disturbed him and, instead gained a nervous twitch of the tail, shifting his attitude and pointing in the direction of the hut, "That way, yes?" He immediately moving as he didn't wish to get in trouble as he knew his own personal limitations in the way of being physical which, admittedly, wasn't that good.