Alphonse's placeholder image (http://ts4.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=959484333607&id=046f8ed8410b59592abda6c41d1be6c4)<br/>Alphonse Swiftblade, Ranger (3)<br/><em>Hit points: 23 || AC 20 (Touch 15, Flatfooted 16)|| Mood: Curious</em><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>The jungle sounds were muffled from where Alphonse stood. Even though the trees and wilderness were not all that far from the inner edge of the city that lie spread out before him, enough had been cleared back to make the Big Folk feel safe and secure within their settlement. The thought of having such an immense place to live in and knowing that it was always going to be there waiting for you struck the halfling as a little odd. The Kik-Tez had a number of places where they set up camp on a regular schedule, but he wasn't sure that any of them truly counted as even a town to the Big Folk, let alone a city like Quinza.<br/><br/>His many siblings, cousins, tent-mates, and the occasional friend among the other jungle peoples thought his fascination with Quinza and its inhabitants to be more than a little strange. But Alphonse knew he wanted to be a great defender of the entirety of this jungle realm---from sea basin to smoking mountain--and the discovery that some of the Quinzans-who-came-from-over-the-Water spoke languages similar enoguh to his own made him want to find out what else they might have in common.<br/><br/>A slight commotion ahead on the street made Alphonse wary and alert. Quinza was the closest thing to a regimented place he had ever been in--although he understood that some of the elven tribes, and even some of the Other Ones were strict in how they wanted their members to behave--but it was a simmering pot at times.<em>Like now, when the rain has not come and heat of many kinds rises up.</em><br/><br/>He swiftly shimmied up a nearby building to perch upon the ledge of a small balcony to get a better view. The red lizard being seemed to almost dance before the meat-monger as it showed its excitement of the day's selections. "Hmpf...the Big Folk have let another One into Quinza," Alphonse said to himself. "They will regret it some day." He had had too many dealings in his short time as a tribal guardian and then working for the Big Folk as a guide and tracker to trust One without an express reason, but as he watched the figure more Alphonse gave a little shrug.<br/><br/>"If it killed lizard it's wearing, it might be worth speaking to," he said. "I need a closer look." Working to the roof, Alphonse made his way along to a spot nearer to the merchant and came back down to the ground, then entered into the fringe of the passersby for a better examination of the goblin and his garment.<br/><br/><br/>